What do you think of me when I’m not there?
To conjure up an image from the air?
The image of a woman in your dreams,
A woman who can be just as she seems.
The one who answers to your wishes, thoughts,
And fantasies. Whose words, forever caught,
Within the hidden circles of your mind,
Will be the one you always hoped to find.

But what about the woman you don’t see?
The shadow who is waiting to break free?
The one who lives outside of words we share,
Who wanders through the hours when you’re not there?
Who grieves for that which she can never hold,
Whose story is a secret never told.
And do you think of me? Can I believe?
Or is it just myself that I deceive?