I read your poetry
And pretend to myself
You’re writing for me
In my imagination
You and I could be
Something incredible
Though unlikely
But isn’t that the way
Of all of the best love stories?
They come out of the blue
An unbelievable fantasy
That somehow comes true
That could be
You and me
And as I write this
I wonder if you’ll see
And pretend it’s for you
Which of course, it will be
And you’ll be sitting there
Thinking how it’s unlikely
But isn’t that how
Most truths start out to be?
The possibility
Of you and me
Unlikely fantasy