The Space Between Dreams

You occupy the space between my dreams

And inhabit the distance between silences.

Our reality is hypothetical

because our relationship is definitively intangible.

In the instant I feel I can almost touch you,

you have already dissipated, like

a splash of warm water on my face

or the words

we almost said.

Though I cannot see you clearly

I am distinctly aware of your presence:

just beyond the corner of the blink of an eye

because I catch glimpses of your face

sketched upon the insides of my eyelids.

So I keep my eyes closed at night

and during the day sometimes too

while I try to convince you to invest in real estate elsewhere:

maybe move to one neighborhood or another

in either direction.

Because if I convince you to occupy my dreams,

I can find a place where I can finally touch you.