Up In Armed

I had a dream last night that I sat up in a coffin and you admitted how you felt about me,

all along

I had a dream that you walked down an aisle with dimming twinkle lights without any fear,

any at all

And last night, I dreamt that he smoked a cigarette and he withheld that information from me,

as if it was nothing of note

And in the dream, cloaked in grief, I screamed and cried out, sobbing and saying that he robbed us of seven minutes, and he inhaled this all, knowing his decisions caused me to be like this

I had this dark and dreary reverie and we all climbed a ladder to a gray cloud that had asked us to a party back in the day when we had deferred its invitation

And in this trance, I quilted all the moments from 1994 to 2001 and I breathed in and out very slowly so that you would understand why they were better than the life we lead now, why they were better and why they were worse

And at the end of a cobblestone road, Charles sat there talking about our age of foolishness