There was a time
Of course
There was
There's always
A time
That was

In this time
That was
She
Opened her window
Listening
For him
Whispers of wind
Buoyant
Hopeful
A voice
His
That was
Or never was

Sometimes
She'd forget to remember
If he was
Or wasn't
Foggy it is
In her land
Still
There was a time

I'm writing this one
Just for you
Will you see it
If you do
Will you know
It's you
So many words
Dance in time
Sometimes I get lost
Saying them again
In my head
Using long lost voices
Of poets
I've never heard of
Still, I speak a style
No one knows
Or accepts
As real
Somehow though
You loved them

And in dreams
His dreams
The poet spoke
Only to himself
Was he real
Or still in his madness
Coasting
In the dreams of others
The pages bled
Tears
Of lost faces
He missed
Since forever