Nobody asked me to my high school prom,
but how I wish you’d been there,
how I wish it had been you
to dance awkwardly
with me.
In dreams
I see you walking
toward me down long corridor.
You are so happy you are with me, and I with you.

Nobody brings me flowers or takes me to the opera
or celebrates me simply because I am,
and I suppose I understand…
life is busy, after all.
But in
my dreams
you smile at me again
and even call me friend.
We walk hand in hand under pulsing stars
and share the most beautiful evening together, together.

Nobody has made love to me for twelve years now;
the reasons too complicated to explain here.
I know it can’t be you, but
how I wish you wished
it, too.
In dreams
you reach to hold me;
there is such a tide of gentle
passion and a wind swell of honest
love passing back and forth between us, energizing us.

Nobody has sat beside me through years of agonizing loss
or attempted to explain what happened or why.
Nobody has forgiven me for mistakes
unknown to me and in
the past.
In dreams
you harbor no ill will.
You speak with joy and heartfelt gratitude.
You forgive what was then, begin this day anew
with an open heart, listening ear, laughter I once knew.