Dead Birds and Rain

   
I had a dream last night.
You were there.
My hair was longer.
You were smiling.

You said you wanted this.
I thought we would lose it.

You said you would fight for me.

I walked up the stairs.
I wanted you to come.
To follow.
You wouldn't.
You watched me go.

You said you would fight for me.

I fell.
I got lost.
In the rooms.
On my own.
There was a dead bird in my bed.
I cried.
I wanted to find you.

You said you would fight for me.

I walked outside.
Along the path.
In the rain.
Everyone was there.
I couldn't find you.

You said you would fight for me.

I awoke.
I realized.
I don't believe.

You're not the fighting kind.