Meetings

Meetings

I dreamt about you again.

Not that it really matters.

It was more like a nightmare.

You had this fake british accent.

And you made me call you some name I don't really remember.

I guess it was all for show because, for a minute you responded to your real name, but then it was back to acting.

And the entire time all i thinking about was him.

I guess that's how things turned out for you.

I'm glad.