; your call

Last night, or was it the night before last, for the first time in the longest while yet, I dreamt of you.

You didn't hate me, not even close. Unbelievable, inconcievable.

And smiling, I opened my eyes and learnt the terrible but indubitable truth, it was but a dream.

Half a year, and forgiveness, I know, will never be granted to her who seeks them most.

I could read your hostility across the road as clear as a book.


It's over, over.
And I know I'm the best thing you never had.