I left behind my blond locks, cigarettes, and any relationship with another, all in the hopes you would return home, to where I am.
Silly, really, since you are long, long gone.
In my dreams we laugh and live a life of freedom together.
All the things we never said, we say, and we mean it.
We do things differently.
I am different and then so are you.
We get a do over, to make right the wrongs.
I’m not afraid, and neither are you.
You finally see me, I mean, really see me.
In my dreams it’s great, and we are great together.
Really, really great.
Then I wake up, and you are not here.
Things are how they are, so I move on.