real as a dream

I can see you standing beside me
talking to me
looking at me
I can feel you touching me
skin to skin.

There, on the driveway,
dropping me off outside the door
lingering for goodnight.
Our lips join in fireworks
the pattern rehearsed.

My mind plays games with me,
this dreamworld.

You know as well as I
we never saw each other again
and likely never will.

disguise

Dreaming
of someone like you
but different,
someone who looks
but does not sound, like you.

How I would imagine
you would feel, taste,
smell,
feels real.

Almost as if
you wanted to see me
but under disguise.

Even things that aren’t real can be real,
as long as they’re real to you.

So when you lose them, mourn the empty space
they once owned in your heart,
and mourn them deeply.

No one can tell you you cannot cry.

I wonder if a person like you
exists out there, in the real world,
or if you live only
in my imagination.

Dreaming of the impossible
the never-happened, never-will-happen.
Dreaming of a past which does not belong to me
and may not belong to anyone.

The sights, sounds, conversations, feelings,
they are too real
to be imaginary.
They must be real.

I want them to be real.