Sometimes, a Dream

by Dan Speers
(North of Boston)

I came to see
if you were waiting
if you expected me
But you had already left
and I was alone,creating
an excuse, one bereft
Of reasons, of reality
which, in the end,
didn't matter. It never did.
You would have liked me
I think, but then, again,
we'll never know. It's a dance,
What comes from what was not.
Not what wasn't meant to be
But what never had a chance.