I wish I could lean back on a dream

And find You holding me.

 

I can see You laugh;

I can imagine your voice

 

The Dream switched like a TV channel

And it wasn't You anymore.

 

It was Him.

 

He was beautiful;

Yes, Beautiful,

Especially when he smiled.

 

You too are beautiful

But there's still something handsome in You.

 

I remained the same:

Unattractive & insignificant,

 

So much so that I doubt 

Whether this is my Dream or Yours 

Or His.

 

I find myself to be a voyeur

But I love where I am.

 

Far away to admire You, close enough to be jealous too. 

 

They think I''m crazy, that I don't exist.

But you know that it's true, don't You?

 

I don't exist other than in that Dream

Within the dream

About a dream that you had.

 

Yes, I dreamt about You & Him