I had a dream that he finally apologised
In a way that went beyond “I’m sorry,”
And, by that,
I mean, he asked to marry me. . .
Well, dream me.
Dream me, even dream me, knew that this was bad,
Sirens going off in her mind
Like on the old firehouse I’d hear in the darkness as a kid.
But dream me, even dream me,
And wondered if a little bit better might make up for
A whole life of bad.
The thing is, dream me,
Even dream me,
Didn’t know what to do,
What to want,
How to disappoint.
I woke up, so
Not even dream me would learn
What would happen if I had said no.