Sideways

I have dreamed sideways,
lost in what could have been.
There is nowhere I may go
to escape the longing, nowhere
that moon does not follow.

Why do we speak of love,
when our hearts speak only
of poems we will never write,
of songs no one can hear?

Anywhere that night falls
understands enough of mystery
to ask riddles themselves.

I fall in love with someone
I’ve never met — like everyone.

I begin again, like dreaming.