I must have dreamed you,
although I can't be sure.
It didn't seem that way before
when you were real as day,
or as a Summer sky;
and I could feel you near me.
But that was long ago.
The seasons changed;
the scenes were rearranged,
and I can't see you anymore.
It's all so very strange,
and I am trying to recall
what I remember about you.
I wonder if it's true that
you were never there at all.
