Just a Dream

Each day I wonder why I think of you
Why my hands tingle the way they do
You broke my heart too many times to let go
The worst part is all of it you know

Each day I wonder why I fall asleep to your voice
Why I stare at your photo without a choice
My knuckles crack and I hear your name
Wishing I could be as enraptured with know shame

Each day I wonder what your fingers play
If those fingers could talk, what would they say?
"Your touch, your touch, your eternal touch,
Im sorry my dear, but it never meant much"

Each day I wonder if there's a song for me
A poem, a sonnet, a verse of three
And I could play my guitar without crying a note
Save the million tears I never wrote

Each night I think of you when you never think of me
My last words to you were "do what makes YOU happy"
By maybe some glimmer of what I used to hold dear
You'd wish on all the stars to bring me near

But a dream is a dream, a wish, even less
The truth of it all, it came to one big mess
We both wished the other could be who we dreamt
Which only leaves us wondering... was the love really meant?