Yesterday's Dream

I remember it clearly:
You gave me your hugs, kisses, and your word
that you love me and will never forget me.
                                                  that you will return.
How could I forget.

I sat, my legs were pale and weak,
in the aid of a rusty lounge chair
and the jacket which seemed to love me
at all times when the frigid winds would attack:
                                                            never letting go.

I was developing a cold. My nose was getting heavy
my throat dry and unjustified, my eyes tired and soaked.
While I kept playing the lines of the song:
memories,
                 tears,
                           separation,
                                              goodbye,
                                                               reasons,
                                                                              ...

The rain which was behind me arrived in a furious outpour.
No umbrella, no shade, no shelter - the cold got worse.

I could no longer get home, my legs infested by a million ants
ten thousand miles in distance, and I froze in that rusty old chair
and the jacket which seemed to love me
was overcome by the frigid wind and the degrading storm; soaked
                                                              unfastened (fastened) and let go.

How could I forget what you said.
You gave me your promise that you will always be with me.

The rain arrived in front of me in a wailing outpour,
and finally I stood, weak and pale. The jacket
                                                    gone, adrift in the storm.

*This poem was an experiment with a 'false' inspiration.