Wake up with your head on the passenger next to you…

The fantasy of the person you love
Is a ghost.
Nothing of life manifests
In the fantasy of the person you love.

No sweat or disagreement or delight
Will complicate your imaginings.
And so how poor a reflection of love
Like a selective memory disco ball

Human love demands two.
Falling in love with ghosts
Makes you a character in your own life.
Two can demand human love.

Waking up with your head on the passenger next to you
Does not mean you have slept with them.