I reached out to touch the image Of you that had formed next To the bed. At one time you were real, At one time I could feel your Breath on my cheek. Then one day you were gone. I never knew what became of You. One day you were whole, and Then the next you were just A figment of my imagination. Maybe I am just overworked, Maybe the image of you is Real and I am just too tired To really see you. Maybe it is you that is really Reaching out for me, Wondering where I have gone.