I think about you to dream of you

A sonnet

They used to say: “you dream of what you think.” So I thought about you to dream of you, I poured a glass of bitter wine to drink Myself to sleep the sleep and dream of you.

But then I looked and searched and found you not, Instead I heard her voice and saw her face. She said her love for me had yet to rot, But in truth, it’s long gone to outer space.

I woke up, my little hope dashed, I wept— “Where can I find you once again, my dear?” If I’d known, would I have rather not slept? For all I got were tears and not one cheer.

Or I should perish the want for your heart, For the furthest distance sets us apart.

 Poetry    13 May, 2016
 Sonnet    Poem    Love    Loss  
Copyright © Peter Y. Chuang 2019

Peter Y. Chuang is a Hong Kong-born novelist, short story writer, and a music critic who has lived in London at a time and now goes to Berlin semi-regularly for no good reason. When he’s not writing or reading, he’s probably playing with his cat, or listening to classical music, either at home or at one of the opera houses and concert halls in Germany. He uses Linux (current distro of choice: Arch Linux). Read more about his Linux stuff.

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