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



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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