not.

ah, you.

you you you.

i could spend my days

dreaming of you

(better than the real thing?)

the way you looked at me

over a cup of tea

shook your head slightly

and smiled

and i knew

where your mind

had suddenly gone

and we would laugh

in the morning

when it was a bit cold outside

and the summer was over

and the work was piling high

and the world was surely getting worse

we would laugh

in the sheer

absurdity of it all

of you

and me

sharing oatmeal

and a dream

and a slim piece of music

we never

quite

found a name for

you you you

its too easy

to spend my time

dreaming.

not.

what i'm here for.