Yesterday I dreamt about you

I had been waiting a long time for that

I had envisioned places you would be in my dreams

Sitting on your truck, reading a book about robots in space from the lights of the night 

You would tell me what you thought about the phenomenon of choice and how twarted it seems

And I would hear you from wherever I am

Stiffling a smile because you always thought about things differently 

Yesterday I had been unnaturally inspired

I had spent hours sitting on the grainy floor outside the house, wondering about existence. 

It seemed I had hit a concrete point and so I allowed myself some sleep, happy about the secret 

It wasn’t much of a surprise that you chose to visit then 

You don’t know it but you are like a mirror 

Reflecting the secrets I find in my soul

I had to share

You had to know this new secret

And so you came

You brought me out, and I followed you to where you wrote on a mirror

“if ever I am able to love, then I would know the truth” 

I didn’t understand why you wrote that 

But in that fleeting moment before a dream becomes only a dream

I caught your eyes

They reflected a secret light, the kind that lovers have and I at once saw you with me on that grainy floor talking about existence, and about the secret truth we both now share.