In my dreams you always come.
Taking my hand when I am down,
waving away all my fears and doubts.
Be patient you say, I will surely be
around the next corner you’ll see.
Then my eyes open and you are gone.
Alone again I must be strong.
Waiting and hoping as time goes by,
to have my heart recognize you and pound.
But with each faceless stranger I meet
despair trickles from my head to feet.
I feel nothing and yet I yearn for contact
reaching out to those around me
trying to find a cure for my emptiness.
But failing and disgusting myself.
Knowing that I am too addicted to you
the one in my dreams.