Wistful Dreams Poem by Matthew Holloway

I play out our meeting
How the conversation will go
The way we look at each other
Each touch and every smile
I see it in the movie of my dreams
I the writer and director
Of this masterpiece of fiction
This love story sent to music
A soundtrack never heard
The scene in which we first kiss
I cut away, The piano keys
Are a beautiful sorrow
For all of this is not to be
I play out our meeting
In wistful dreams