i dream about
the simple things,
your eyes behind my eyelids,
your voice ringing out to call my name,
i dream about the trivial things;
mundane things, but with you in them.
i dream about you giving me the time of day,
but i think i'm only in love with the idea,
because loving you outside the dreamscape
is turning out to be a nightmare that
only the most vivid horrors could surpass.