I dreamt of you last night
Your eyes so piercing.
The way they softened
As you bumped into me
It was like your whole body sighed,
A deep, soulful exhale,
Like you’d been carrying a weight
That’s miraculously free.
We were at a game convention
You were startled by why I’d be there
I wanted to play munchkin
And try RPGs, with new dice.
That I had so much fun
when I’d gone before.
We’d been fighting.
An awful memory for you, I suppose.
I saw your mind wander to that time.
Your friend, he used to be mine too,
Standing next to you, greeted me.
We were comforted by familiarity.
As you stood and stared,
He asked me to lunch, and I agreed.
We updated one another, reminisced.
Laughed, reflected, congratulated.
Familiarity and repose.
You were messaging him.
Interrupting the conversation.
Disrupting the flow, with your interest.
Then you came by.
(Y)our friend told you to kiss me.
And you did, reluctantly at first,
Then diving in.
Swirling with my energy, consumed.
You asked where I was staying.
I told you, you followed me.
We connected again,
Then I had to go, to play.
And I left you,
With a room key,
Only to return to devour,
Mind, body, soul.
My best friend returning to me.
You are the game master,
But I won the game.