Here; In a dream.

I remembered one day when I wanted to change the world and be someone new and not care about what any one thought. I remembered one day when you were my world and I had no one else and for some reason this did not bother me. Sitting on the couch, holding hands cuddling and sleeping were important to me. When you were important to me. But you did not speak, not really, and I said too much. We were trying to hard to keep the candle lit and I was trying to hard to keep your voice in my head and your words flowing through my hair and the sound of your laughter stuck in my ears. It just was not working. I don’t know why.