City under the moon

By Gabriel Ricard

Last night I dreamed I was in a city

Nothing special, but I wasn't alone

I don't mean the lights

Or the thousands that swarmed past us

You were with me

And I could barely believe it

You'd promised me before

Of course I felt you were lying

So naturally I found others

Dozens of nameless sorts

Who weren't looking for me

But rather names for a diary entry later on

During which time

You disappeared

Whispering I would find nothing more

Than thick red footprints

And the occasional angry note

Now you're about again

And I really did miss you

Not too good, I realize…but I wanted to get back into poetry again…as I haven't written any in several days. Thanks for reading.