Happy Birthday, Brent
Mar. 13th, 2005 10:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ljgeoffI haven't thought of you in a long time - months, probably. I ask myself why I should think of you at all. Gods, I haven't laid eyes on you in almost twenty years. I had a dream, once, that you and I were talking. There was a war, and we were crouched down in an abandoned house near a big picture window that had been blown out, and we had beat-up fatigue type clothes on -- there we were, looking nervously out the window, clutching our guns, and talking about our past.
"No," you said, "I never think of you. Why should I? Why can't you just get over it?"
"I never stopped loving you," I said. "Even though I knew that we were killing each other - even when I fell in love with someone else. I can feel it now. Don't you?"
And you just shrugged and shook your head. "Nope."
Now that I think of it, I had that dream about two years ago. It's the last time I remember dreaming about you. I wonder, what war were we fighting?
"No," you said, "I never think of you. Why should I? Why can't you just get over it?"
"I never stopped loving you," I said. "Even though I knew that we were killing each other - even when I fell in love with someone else. I can feel it now. Don't you?"
And you just shrugged and shook your head. "Nope."
Now that I think of it, I had that dream about two years ago. It's the last time I remember dreaming about you. I wonder, what war were we fighting?