I had a dream last night
that you were madly,
hopelessly,
in love with me.
And not the other way around.

You hopped in your car,
drove the 1,767 miles
from where you are
to my front door
just to see me.

But I knew
something was amiss
because you would
never leave her,
the mother of
your daughter.
I don't think
I'd want you to.


So no.
I don't have you,
and you don't love me
but I have dreams