Like a Dream
Being with you is like a dream
where reality isn’t relevant
to my experience.
Together we go on adventures
and lose track of time—
hours are days and days only hours.
We fight our demons
and laugh ‘til we cry,
we draw nearer together
and everything feels right.
But then we wake up,
go back to work,
and let the feeling of rightness
become foggy in memory,
impossible to hold on to.
Outside the dream,
I hesitate to say what I mean,
to ask the question
that keeps me awake all night,
to believe what I want is possible.
Being with you is like a dream,
and I dread the day when,
like a dream,
we evaporate into nothingness.
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