hopeful, hopeless
i look for you in my dreams
and find you happily awaiting me
somewhere, with lots of silly jokes
which make me jealous
but comforted, knowing i’m the one
you’ll come home to
again again again.
i look for you in my waking
and find a poem which i do not understand
i see so much of me and so many hints
of someone else, and i know who
i don’t say i love you out of habit
i mean it.
i love you,
i love you,
i love you.