Last night, I dreamt.
Hosting a black-tie event,
I climbed the stairs, to a balcony
to admire my friends, from above.
At the top,
I found you.
But all that you found
was another party guest;
impartial to my existence,
as if I hadn’t longed to love you,
for a years time.
As I looked down at those I love
and those who love me,
I looked back at the one who didn’t.
only to be rewarded with a broken arm.
Like the love I wanted to give you so bad,
my attempt lead
to more pain.