You’re Not Here

I thought I felt the tempo of your fingertips,
Dreams are funny that way.
It’s only in waking that I understood our depth, understood
Our entangled beat.
And how sometimes a dream turns sour.

Bliss lulled us to sleep,
But the uncanny warning jolted us to consciousness.
A reality neither one of us knew
One that I’m not sure I wanted to find out.

Take me back to the soothing torpor,
Where thoughts lap calmly like waves.
We can choose the visions that keep us afloat,
And realize a different truth and a different dream.

As I drift back to myself,
I have determination to try again,
But you’re not here.