Everyday I walk-he walks-I speak-he speaks
brilliantly. We have so much in common
I think, we get along, we would get along,
and I sigh.
He whistles the tune of his favorite song-
how odd, it's my favorite song, too.
The music stay inside my love-bleached mind
and I sing.
I go home and go look in my closet-
how nice-the blue shirt I wore that one night
he took me to the stars that I don't think I ever
washed from it the residue of his memory;
and I smile.
Every night I lie in bed-I dream-he dreams.
I dream of him dreaming of me.
and I cry.