You’re turning twenty-one today
Happy Birthday, boy I knew once
I’m ready to go now
to flow away from dreams of you
– But I’m happy for you
maybe a little jealous, too
but that’s okay, I think
we’ll always have jealousy
sitting around with the regrets
the what-ifs of our lives,
drinking tequila and making
molotovs of our old passions.
But you and me, we lived
our time out in my dreams
it’s a regular romcom in there
playacting a fantasy only
too good to be…well, you know.
Sipping coffee on sunny
softening mornings, quiet,
steamy and smiley with
these gazes like one being
stuck together at the soul.
I dreamed recently that
secretly I was in love with
you – but that’s not true.
I gave you up like a bad habit
but I swear my subconscious
whimpered, being served only
cold turkey, so it balked and
confessed and damselized itself,
waiting for a dreamier you
to climb the tower, to take my hand.
Dream me, what is wrong with you?
Too bad, it is too bad,
I’m only in love with dream you
and, well, back then I know
you loved only a dream me too.
What kind of birthday will it be?
Naturally not as great without me
Oh wait – that’s just in my head.
Never mind. Hope it’s good one instead.
Kiera A. Harvell is an emerging writer. She holds a BA in English Literature and a BS in Cultural Anthropology from the University of Central Florida, as well as a BFA in Creative Writing from Southern New Hampshire University.
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