Was it real?

Here I lie before you spent, all energy and thought have left my being
I wonder out loud if you would pull the shroud, in order to cover me your lover
I force the issue to which I know the answer, yet desperation seeks a point, an objective
Slowly I see you rise, clothe your being and slip out hoping not to be seen

I find it sad that we are merely ships passing in the night, I so long to reach port
I desperately wish to see you wave me hello, instead I watch you wave goodbye.
A new dawn a new day, all it takes is the rising sun to see you on your way.
Farewell my love, I shed no tear, I harbour no fear. Instead I roll over and drift
into the mist of scent and sound, I smile and drift off to sleep with my emotions in a heap.

What was and what may have been could in the morning turn out to be a dream...