In my wildest dream,
I kissed him.
I broke him away from life,
and kissed him.
We danced away
together
and I felt better.
Then I said goodbye
the way I know I should have,
left him to dance with the one he loves now,
and I returned to mine.
Out breaks of tension eased,
everything went back to normal.
Then I awoke
in a cold sweat
and felt like throwing up,
for I had really spoken to no one.
But still he dances with his,
and I with mine,
away, away, away,
far, far apart…