And as I slowly drift away

into unconsciousness,

I see you.

When I stretch out my arms

they are filled with false warmth;

I only feel what I wish to feel.

When I let go,

nothing changes

And when I think everything

is imperfect,

I close my eyes

while hugging myself.

I open my eyes once more

to I find myself in my bed.

It was nothing but a dream.

But then again,

it's better to have met you in a dream

than to awake and reach for hands

that are not there.