Love is a Dream 3.24

Love is a Dream

By Christopher Jackson

before me,

Like echoes inside us.

Hate is a dream:
The tearing away,

The memories erased
In a hot summer's day.
I turn myself back,
and hold myself in,

Expecting intense
shame
From pain held within.

Interpret that as you
will, but this one is
for my high school
graduating class of
2000- especially
stephanie smith.
It's been swell
my friends.