I have you in my dreams
to help convince me
to not want you when I wake.

Though I fear my dreams have
brought no convincing.

For there I’m able to wander the depths of you
and we are able to play with possibility
forgetting our harsh existence for a few hours.

We stretch these hours as far as they go
for a choice awaits us in the morning:

Become a dreamer forever numbed by the illusion of sleep
or be reminded that you will never be mine in this life.

And so I hold to our dreams together
for at least there I know the thought of holding you.
For at least there I have you
Or something like you.
Even if it’s just a dream.