What You Dream
So this is what you dream of?
You told me you did not dream,
But I saw your closed eyes
and I saw them moving
as you lay, sheets thrown back
and the sweat beaded across
your naked back like endless rain,
or like the tears of the lovers
we had once been, before these days
where all I can ever do is watch you dream
of those times before we fell
away from each others arms,
leaving you lying there
while I watch over you
afraid to get too close
in case I discover the name
of who it is you are dreaming of,
scared it could be someone new
or, in case it is the man
I always used to be.
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