I saw you yesterday in my dream. It was the first time I laid eyes on you so forgive me if this is a hot mess of mulch:
You were with my son, and I was going to space.
The upstairs attic did not lead, in fact, to an attic,
It led to space. Outer space.
I breathed into this huge mechanism,
Similar to a Gin Mill.
I took breath,
As this would sustain me
As I ventured into outer space.
Which was actually my attic.
(Who knew, And what are the odds.)
Then I saw you with my son.
I looked at the right side of your face, and you were smiling.
You were listening, and my son was explaining something to you.
You were a good person. I could see that.
You were thin, brown hair, and held your gaze like a needle.
I saw you, and it made my heart grow,
and wouldn’t you know..?
I loved you in a second.