Your Call

I dreamt of you last night. It was the first time I ever saw you in my dreams ever since we've known each other. The first time I could see your face. I came to your house and I didn't know for what reason. The atmosphere was rather gloomy. The day waiting to end. I knocked on the door but there was silence. I waited and suddenly out of nowhere I was greeted by a family
member of yours. It was your mother, I guessed. She smiled and welcomed me and dad.

We stepped into your house. Your house is not what it seems in reality. It was not as lavishing as in real life but little yet cozy and warm. We laid our bums on your sofa while waiting for you. Your mother called out to you and there you were, standing right before my eyes. All beautiful with that curly black hair of yours and the eyes that I fell in love with. The most beautiful eyes I ever seen. The eyes that I wished I would see everyday of my life. You were standing and you didn't seem excited to see me.

You came and sit with us. We talked and then talked and you told us how you wanted to come and see me but you said that I was too serious. Even now I didn't really quite catch what you meant. It ended when we left your home and you followed right behind us with your car. I reached some place and I turned to look at you for the final time. You opened up the window, I thought you wanted to stop me, instead you fled away without any kind of reaction across your face. You are gone. Forever gone.

I woke up with Your Call by Secondhand Serenade reciting in my mind. A melody that I yearn to tell you but I'm awake in reality. I realized now I can never have you even in my dreams.