Vacation

I dreamt that both our windows were open
and while I watched you undress
you watched me, watching you.
A funny cycle of voyeurs who
had no idea how to stop
except for repeated cleaning of our
panes to keep watching.

When I told you about the dream,
you laughed saying,
that wasn't a dream.
We used to live across the street from
one another
in a past life.
After you said this, your chin shook.

You got another drink and left me
thinking about the dream
and past lives.
So you were a liar,
I know that much,
but I somehow still cared
about all your stories and tails.