Bits of conversation fill my headnTangling with words we haven’t saidnGlimpses of a movement you once madenKnowing I could live but dream insteadnWondering if you saw the part I playednWhether I’m the reason that you stayednOnly half believing it could benWell aware I want what I forbadenQuestioning my own realitynDoubting in my mind the things I seenAltering perception fast as lightnDo you know for years you’ve haunted me?nSpeaking words you never could recitenGiving bliss as if to test my flightnAll is but illusion, this I knownYet more felt than objects in my sightnThe world may see my skin but just belownSimmers what I think but never shownLifetimes lived with you but more than this,nGuessing where in your sweet dreams you gonDo you drown in memory’s abyss?nIs there music in a voice you miss?nWhen you close your eyes do you relivenEach averted glance, aborted kiss?nDo you harbor what you should forgive?nSearch for signs in every narrative?nOr repel all company save one,nWho is not cure but palliative?nWhile it’s possible these things you’ve done,nAll too likely I’m the only onenAnd upon this thought my vision flednSo I end back where I had begunnNothing but the present fills your headnForgetting more than half the things I’ve saidnShadows of a sacrifice you madenKnowing you could dream but live instead.