You were in my dream
last night
and instead of asking
all the meaningful things
I've imagined
I should have asked
before you left
but didn't,
I asked
if you wanted
a crepe.
And you said
you didn't like them.
That's it.
You were just there,
Like you were just here,
And then you weren't.
Nothing to ask.
And everything
that isn't said,
you know,
you know.