She

---apologies to other poets, who found this title before me---

I dream of her;
I see her face and talk to her,
I sit with her and laugh with her.
I really want to be with her.

A jolt back to reality from the midst of this insanity.

For really she is just a face -
and I am just another.
I hope I dream of her again
and wonder if she dreams of me.
I know how vain that thought must seem-
to be together in our dreams.