i saw you

hiding behind the shadow of yourself,
and I cried, hoping
my soft tears
might rip you from your reality.
But
   Here
        You
            Are,

waiting
for what will
not come.


I miss you,

the you who heard,
and danced
to the wind's song...

the you,
who hear my own song.


the you who dream.

so....I miss you.