I knew
it was just a dream,
that you weren't real.
It couldn't have been you
laughing out loud, holding me;
making our rankled past
disappear in insignificance.
It couldn't have been me
free to embrace you back;
overjoyed to see you again
so happy and so vibrant.
I knew somehow
it had to be a dream,
but I still didn't want to leave.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem