LA VIE EN VOGUE

I fell asleep
last night and
instead of a dream
I had a memory.
A memory of
us.
Every shift
of every fabric,
every breath
and word we said,
every different touch
or
the way your eyes
through your hair
that was dangling
onto my face
were locked
to my eyes;
every single
thing
in exact detail.
I knew during it
that this was
something new, this
was a memory dream
and so the me inside
of it was so careful
to not disturb
even a single hair
in a way I did not
the real time.
It was when I woke
that I realized
that my mind has
a talent and love
for creating and inventing
building and painting
things that have not
can not or will never
be
but with you,
with us
it knew, and knew
without me having even the slightest
bit of control
that it could not invent or create
paint or build anything
more.
We were more than dreams
and we changed
my dreaming
to a memory.
Last night
my dreams met my memories,
took a deep and respectful
bow and had to
silently admit defeat.
In that silence
I swear I heard
“We could not have ever
done any better.”