could it be you?
people never have faces when I dream
no, it can't be you.
you've been gone too long.
since you're gone, the dinosaurs are thick black goo.
since you're gone, nuclear fission has burned hiroshima.

maybe it could be you.
your smile warms me like a hot bath.
you had a million smiles for a million people
but only one smile for me
and it would make my chest weightless.

but alas it can't be you.
you're gone gone gone.
gone because i turned from you,
to my 6 o'clock,
then ran from the nails
you hammered into my hands.

christ! i was no god.
in fact, the nails made me more human.
those pulsating pangs
of pain sent me away, running.
now, i've left you and the nails and the blood behind.
i've also left the weightlessness.
i ran from the burning orange sun into the darkness.
hell, it was setting anyway.

though it probably is you
you're just a dream.
and in the morning light,
when i sit up in bed,
you will torment me no more.