Poem: Damn You

You have no right to be in my dreams.

The house we would build on the hill.

Clearing thorn trees and loving the view.

Then going away.

Not having the will

That makes dreams real.

Damn you.

You have not right to be in my dreams.

But whenever I am on the hill, the dream is there,

And you are in it.

Damn you.

                                by John R. Dykers, Jr.