Last night I dreamed
you were next to me
curiously close
I could hear you think:
how did you tell me things
that I never knew?
Are those really your feelings
or my concept of you?
There's a fragment of you
in the back of my mind
but I'm lost as to
whether it's yours or mine.
Last night I dreamed
little things that you said
but in waking hours
it's all in my head.
Little things that you said
that I want to be real
buried somewhere beneath
things I try not to feel-
now I'm left to decipher
what fate has to say
for I found, while I dreamed,
that you lay awake.