Dreams

I dreamt of a life
That went around in circles.
Each day the same, serene,
With the architect of these days
Imprinted on my mind and on my skin.

Now we drink cups of tea,
While the same songs play
In the corner of a different kitchen.
But we are back to where we were,
And nothing you can say to make it change.

My water is bitter,
With saltwater on my cheeks.
We used to cry as we sat
Halfway up the stairs.

That, my friend, was a dream ago.
Now it seems I dream of a life
And in that life I walk around in circles.