Broken Pattern

the fantasy developed
in or through the minds recant
as memories once imagined
fade leaving them but scant

i knew tonight wed meet
as all parts did come asunder
now being all dispersed
could be categorized in number

as patterns be discovered
and the nornalcies come true
tonight i’d dream of someone
and that someone would be you

your eyes - they shine quite brightly
be them green in left or right in blue
your hair was dark in color
your image strong and true

so i choose you to remember
for in you there’s something more
i hope one day to find
standing right outside my door