Were

You have never been,

You never were--

very real.

Did we ever?

Were we?

A dream that shimmers in glossy technicolor,

slants through window panes

on my face.

You cast shadows on my heart at times,

but

only when

legs carry me away, I rush through the wind on an autumn afternoon--

head on the pillow, eyes closed, mind wide open--

eyes search for you in a crowd, forget that I do not want to find--

fingers itch for intertwining closeness--

soul seeks comfort--

only then.

But other times:

I cannot remember if

we ever

had been.