a real dream.

the longer time stretches between us
the more it starts to feel
as if you never truly did exist
and our love was never real;
because you are perfect for me -
and with you gone, how can i know
that i had not all this time been dreaming
and only now woken up?;
but there - a message, a phone call -
your silky voice and your loving thoughts
they remind me once more
my dream is real, my dream is you.