Maybe I just don't know you

well enough,

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),

because maybe

I just didn't know you well enough.