writings on life

Like Me, Like Me

We were Lila and Arnold

It was just a dream but it was horrible        

I raced to you at our friends’ house, brought you chili

You said you loved me but we could never be married

It was the worst heartache

I stood there with a sunken feeling in my chest

I beckoned, with all our inside jokes, our friendship, all of it at stake

No amount of stents or medicine could give me a rest

I didn’t understand

For I could never have found someone like you

I thought you would have said the same too

Did you love someone else

Was I not good enough

Oh, the emptiness I felt

But then my alarm jingled

My eyelids twinkled

I awoke and there you were

I asked, “Do you love me?”

And you said, “For sure,”

“Do you like me, like me,”

You said, “I like no one else more”

We both were wearing our wedding rings

You brought me coffee

And we had a good talk that morning

We spent the whole summer day together like two teenagers

Best friends, in love, my heart at ease

How dreams are stranger

You like me, like me

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