I can hear the steps of the future coming in close; soon
to take you away and me–farther.
Distancing we, which alters into I and you,

and her.

May we be the lost and found,
hiding in the shadows of absence, yet to be redeemed.

Can I may I should I must, I?
Reduce you with words, when
what words could ever do to you is they define you
even more beautiful than ever.
For you cannot be reduced, but
can only grow in an assumption of forever
because we know, you were never real, you
were always, merely, will forever be:
a daydream.