I had a dream about you last night
and you pulled another fast one on me
At first, I was too shy to speak even a word
Watching you think you were invisible in a crowd
made me compare you to a snowflake
You're an ice woman
You outwardly show no remorse
in your eyes, unless your glasses
reflect distorted regret
I finally approached you
You almost actually seemed happy to see me,
as if coming out of a daze
And shortly after, you disappeared
like you always have
You know, you're a mystery to yourself
You will never know how delicate your
presence is, even though
it's evident you were once here
~Tina Meeks
