but let those broken dreams be mine

Over countless cups of coffee, insignificant though it may seem,
As I listened to you, your stories; I weaved a lot of dreams
When you took those stories away, I did not whine
But let those broken dreams be mine.

In summer nights, as we sat in the field having ice-cream,
Staring at the stars, together; I weaved a lot of dreams
I am okay with the stars having lost their shine
But let those broken dreams be mine.

Those crazy nights, when the glasses were filled to the brim,
Drunk in your arms, drowsy; I weaved a lot of dreams
I do not crave for your embrace, or the wine
But let those broken dreams be mine.

When you said you have something to say and it was grim
I shut myself, my ears; but I could not help my dreams
You said you have to go, I replied, ”It is fine”
But please, let those broken dreams be mine.

 

“This post is an entry at Blogjunta Dreams Contest to be judged by Jyoti Arora, author of Dream’s Sake”