Day dreams

In sleep, you are there
waiting, dressed for summer
I want you, believe me
But only in dreams

When I wake, you seem different
wearing clothes I never chose for you
Never waiting, always moving
dressed only for winter

Your hair feels soft in daydreams
curling from the rain
You're favourite T-shirt, red and fading
I press my face to it and smell you

My lover, my man, my life
In fantasy I love you
But when I look at you on waking
I can barely remember you&;#8230;