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.
Falling in love with ghosts
Makes you a character in your own life.
Two can demand human love.
Human love demands two.
Waking up with your head on the passenger next to you
Does not mean you have slept with them.
