Sitting at the table far
Fog mists about
Concealing gray bar
Hat haired and kindly
His eyes repeatedly shinning
Why do looks betray
It is him; though in play
Conscious dream
Fast-forward two years
Life has begun changing gears
Reminders and memories
Why can't I simply see?
Tied up in this history
Veins of pain entangle me
Dream to dream and dream to life
Perhaps I needed to have this strife
Such pride to feel for one of my own
If only my love could truly be shown.