The way he stares
into space.
With a smile that brightens
his face.
I wonder
what he sees.
I wonder
if maybe it can be me.
He reaches his arms out
for an embrace, or so it seems.
Then he looks over at me
and says that I’m in his dreams.
I’m intrigued by his wonders,
his freedoms and his likes.
It’s his ability to let go
and not be afraid of any frights.
But despite all of that
I cannot forget.
I have fear within me
because he comes with regret.
His hallucinations
ARE
My reservations
