Maybe I just don't know you
because all this forever will fade into
mornings of emptiness
and tears of longing
and visions of us together.
Maybe I'm afraid of what will happen
when you have to leave
and never come back.
So I'll start counting the hours until
I see you again in a world of delusions;
in my world unreality.
Maybe I wish I could keep you here
or freeze this moment in a memory
(or in a photograph)
and take it out when I need to see you again,
or when I need to forget you and
the way you controlled the things
that kept me alive.
So I'll dream away the days of when
we were together
(as though I never knew you),
I just didn't know you well enough.