I Can’t Stop You Putting Roots in My Dreamland

I used to find you underneath the gentle moonlight. Soft smile on your lips as you greeted my lowly appearance.

I used to find you behind the bars of a book, diligently reading every line like the most pious reader.

I used to find you on nights when I was afraid. Or probably some nights after that one. And you would warp me with your warmth, and suddenly everything was fine. Suddenly, there was nothing to worry about.

Now, I could only find you in my dreams. Our divider was no longer a book nor a table where you used to let me sit behind. But an actual distance, actual prohibition. As if meeting you was the most sinful act I could ever commit.

But I still meet you anyway. In my daydream, in prayers that I send to God for you. I still meet you every time I pass an ice cream truck where I used to buy ice cream for you. I still meet you when I go through bookstores and find books you used to read for me. I still meet you in the fragments of our memories together. Desperately clinging to them to keep me sane.

And I would meet you under the moonlight. At the same time I promised you before. And you would greet me with your warm smile, just like how it used to be.

Title taken from "ivy" by Taylor Swift