Song of the Heart

I heard today a song
From an imaginary you
Dark mane pulled back
Gray scaled with mood

Singing to me a plain
Honesty of somber pain
Along the quiet streets
Of internal plights

Walking as one must
Through time and life
But pensively rich
With voice real and raw

Reflecting in remorse
Without finger pointed
Nor pinning blame
At a fractured unity

Vulnerability unashamed
With expressive desire
A heartfelt emotion
To be heard, understood

Comfortably open
In full acknowledgment
Of mutual influence
And continued respect

With creased brow, full eyes
You pressed for me to stay
And drew from me
Soft streams of tears

But at that conscious moment
I awoke abruptly
The song carried not your voice
Its contents not about us