I had a dream
about her last night.
We ran into each other on a train.
She wouldn't sit with me,
but I made her smile from across the aisle.
It was one of those dreams
that you don't ever want to end;
just last forever.
The train tracks stretching
into other dreams and other horizons.
Hopefully reality.
She was wear a cute sundress
just like I remember.
She was wearing lipstick
just like I forget,
as if she had just left a salsa session.
Before I woke up,
she played coy without words.
I touched her hand,
she moved it away.
It's okay, I loved it anyway.