Solitude

When we talked about your poem, I remember how surprised you were that someone appeared to relate.
But it was easy for me to understand, since I had also dreamt that bewitching dream.
It was so real and painful that a whimper still echoes in my mind.

We sat by the dock watching the feeding minnows ripple the surface.
She wrapped her arms around me, and the sun was softly shining in the clear morning air.
Birds were chirping and there was nothing wrong.
Then I woke up and felt that world slip away.
My hissing radio alarm clock chimed me into the reality of my isolation.
I never dream of being alone.