Communication

I dreamt that we were talking
as we sipped lattes in an quiet cafe,
and I told you my deepest fears.
You laughed.

I dreamt that we were talking
as we hiked a steep desert trail,
and I told you my hopes and plans.
You laughed.

I dreamt that we were talking
as we drove across a long lonely bridge,
and I told you my most painful regrets.
You laughed.

I dreamt that we were talking
as we bathed in golden sun on a sparkling beach,
and I told you how I love you.
You laughed.

I dreamt that we were talking
as we walked hand-in-hand along a forest trail,
and I told you my darkest secret sin.
You turned and walked away.

-Randy Miller
August 17, 2010