I once dreamed of a guy who was my friend
He lived in a crappy motel off of the dead end
The walls were green and had a 70's feel
Even though he was fair and had a good head of there
if you looked closely you could tell that he didn't have it all there
But in the dream i didn't notice that all i knew was he was my friend
But one day when i went to visit him he was not there
I asked his neighbors have you seen this guy?
It was like he had vanished out of thin air
they didn't know who I was talking about
It was almost if he never existed
until finally i ran across one person an old lady
She said he lived next door to her but that he had died
I looked at her startled but i did not cry
Then i went into his apartment
I called out his name then he appeared
wow was i going insane?
Then he turned into a mouse i wonder what that represents?
I pickedhim up and told him how i missed him
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow! Great poetry, Tamara. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.