He fell in love with me in a crowded dream. He had eyes only for me. The first man who wrote me a poem.
The dream brought you so close and disappeared with the despair that dreams alone can bring. And you did not know.. and I did not know how to let you know.
I am awake now and the world is pleasant but the dream remains in the distance, incomplete and unanswered. This pain will never die.
I miss you and it hurts. Who are you?