This morning I was dreaming.

This morning I was dreaming.
I'm not sure where I was,
I had been there one time before.
It reminded me of your parents' apartment.

I'm not sure why I was there,
I'm not sure why I was allowed to come in.
They knew who I was.
I visited with a little girl,
and I believe it was her nanny.

Then your mother came home.
She told me I looked tired,
and I told her I didn't know why I was there.

Then I heard you come home, and hid away.

I didn't know you would be coming..
I didn't want to make you angry,
but I couldn't leave without getting caught,
and so I hid.
Knowing your mother would tell you I was there,
knowing you'd have to come find me.

"What are you doing here, you crazy?"
as you flashed your light at me.

I couldn't even answer.
It's like I forgot how.

I can only wonder,
did we just share a dream?
Is your mother's apartment
your dreaming place?

Or am I replaying old memories
again?

I'm not sure.
It was so vivid, I remember every detail.
I just don't know who everyone was.

I can describe the place like I'd been there.

With a small living room,
I stayed in a spare bedroom,
right across from me was two doors.
A bathroom and your mother's bedroom.
There was one more room I couldn't see,
And that was attached to the living area.
Maybe it was the kitchen, but
I'm certain there was a bedroom.

Now that I think about it,
it sounds exactly like your parents' place.
No, I don't know what I was doing there.
I just remember falling asleep
to thinking of you.
Remembering I wasn't enough for you.
Thinking it was time to let go.

Everytime I get to this,
I dream you.
Maybe it is you who needs to release me.
If you can't, then come find me.

and keep me.