dream

You walk through the crowd,
almost passing me by.
You turn to me with wide eyes.
Do I know you?
What are you to me?
You kiss me like it's a question.
You kiss me like I'm the answer.
You tell me to stay and wait
and I say forever.
You walk back through the crowd
and they think they know you because they invented you
and next to you I look so small.
But you're not any one thing
and neither am I.
I'll wait for you in the balcony
for the end of the show,
and then you'll see you don't know me
but your soul knows mine
and that's what I am to you.