I dreamed of you last night:
I remember how I held you tight.
Was scared that you would soon leave me.
You promised that it could never be.
Then you, Courtney, and me were walking
Along the street of my native town.
And I asked her if she still kept selling
Those horny magazines where she got down.
She laughed, and you seemed so worried,
But not about all that queer crap.
I wanted to warn you against being buried,
But suddenly fell asleep in your lap.
I woke up with a sense of desolation,
I stilll could smell your teenage sweat.
That gnawing feeling of anticipation
Will keep haunting me to my last breath.
Aram Stefanian
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dreamed-of-you-for-kurt-cobain/
