"In my dream we kissed,"
You boast so happily,
"The image is so clear,
I'm glad I can remember so vividly,"
"A dream is a dream,
Sometimes a picture is taken--
To savour what will never happen again,"
"Aren't you happy too?"
"Are you oblivious to the extent that you hurt me?
It's painful to even think your name...
"For loving you!
I hate it!
You have your fun,
Make a false promise..."
"...What false promise?"
You sound shocked at the accusation,
"You promised we would be together;
Then gave me another reason to hate you,
Which, stupidly, I can't force myself to do...
So I'll break my own heart all over again,
Because I can't bring myself to blame you!"
Then you have nothing more to say,
And I'm left;
To pick up the pieces of broken glass--
That shield the photograph you cherish so well.
Your love cuts deep.