A February Morning Poem by ben myles

I had a dream last night that I saw
you at the shopping mall. I, as an
unemployed man, panhandling, and
playing guitar to make money for
soup and a sandwich. You, a beautifully
average girl, something struck me as
special.

Somehow, we knew eachother, between
the way you looked at me and the way
I looked back at you, there was no need
for words, we hugged like two lovers in a
train station upon a spouses return.

To prove my love for you, I carved your
name into my guitar, I loved that guitar,
I loved you.

I awoke, to my alarm, my parents wishing
eachother a happy valentines day.

I didn't want to go to school.