the older you

I dreamt a dream of you.

It was you, and me.

n I could.

so I turned around,

I asked.

it was a younger you.

But still you said ..

But it was okay.

In my dream.

Atleast I'd asked.

n it was okay.

You and me still.


Maybe dreams, they prepare us for the worse.

N i much prefer this you - the older you.

But with this you,

how could it possibly go any better than the bad that was

in my dream of you.

How could it with this older you.

(I could never ask, could i?)


Too long - missing you.