6

I saw you again last night.
We talked for a while.
You asked me how I've been. What I've been up to.
I wondered where you'd been.
I bothered you with questions about love & happiness.
We never touched.
We did not have to for me to know it was real.
For me to know it was not a dream.
Because you are not a dream.
My dream.
Because you are not a fantasy.
My fantasy.
You were never a dream.
Because dreams have happy endings.
And fantasies are wishful, fairy tales.
We were never a dream.
But I know I saw you last night,
We spoke. I felt.
     It must have been a nightmare.