I stumbled to the bathroom, trying to remember the fading dream,
Grasped at the remnants in my mind.
There was a girl- this I knew,
and a flute.
I play the flute, but maybe she played it this time.
I could smell its metal, though.
I remembered some bad ‘80’s music, too.
The girl, though, was real- whoever she was.
I crawled back into bed so that I could feel her again,
(I could still smell her- and see those eyes)
but she was gone forever-
the remnants of a fading dream.