All you were to me
Was a beautiful dream
The premise, the plot
and the twist it seems

That summer
I felt love’s first bloom
The last moan
in that dingy room

For the very first time
That heady feel
Before the tragedy of
The world that’s real

Of life, of love
Of crazy dreams
Of disappointments
Of the heart’s broken realms

Of the crazy salvations
In that last sentence
Of the stories that
Never quite commenced

You were the spine
That held me up
Every morning
In my coffee cup

From the clenching
deep within my soul
and the breath
that catches in my throat

Now the dream is gone
and you’ll never know
It was to you
that I came home
Yes, it was to you
that I came home