The Pointless Book

Unfinshed Poem #52

I dreamt of you last night
Weren't you taller?
And it's not that I don't think of you
I still look for you from time to time
Well, bad habits are hard to kill after all

I dreamt of you last night
Wasn't your voice deeper?
Well my memory may be faulty
But it's been so long

I dreamt of you last night
And you know me, I can't help but look for meaning in it
Even though it's killing me