I dreamt of you

again

and like always

we were together

(at last)

and it was perfect

and easy

and everything

I'd ever imagined

for us.

But then I woke

alone

and you were gone

(even though you've

never really been

here).

This one-way love

of ours (mine)

has given me so much

and left me so

empty

and as I lay

here,

alone,

I wonder -

do you ever dream

of me?