I look for you in my dreams, she says (he imagines).
When aware, I walk in them alone, unaware . . .
I persist in trying
to reach out
to touch you . . .
all around me
silhouettes moving
about.
I want no more
than to find you
waiting for me
in my dreams,
he imagines she says,
I say, wondering myself how you said
you dreamed of me
before having met me,
or so I imagine you asking me
how I could have escaped from your dreams . . .
Wait for me, as I have for you
without ever having known you––
it’s the least you could do, no?
she asks, as I have, as you do.
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