What vistas I visit, you’ll never know.
Explaining isn’t easy. You’ll never see
Deeply into the sleep-places where I have drifted,
Reemerging inside this new reality I fear—
Empty and echoing without you—this other life.
And though you sleep nearby, you are but a
Memory here. I cannot
bring you with me, into my dream.
Although I should be accustomed to this nightly amnesia,
Leaving you behind just seems a fate too cruel.
Often, I wonder what dream worlds you’ll go to,
Not that I will ever see where you have been.
Even though we share our days, by night, we dream alone.
