You

It seems my eyes are full of scenes
That haven't yet come around.
I dream of a life with you--
Living in the past and future,
But rarely in the moment.

Do you think of us at all?
Do you know that all I do revolves around you?
And would you care if you did?

No matter. I'll live and love
As though it made a difference.
Because, honestly, to do anything else
Would drive me inexorably closer
To the insanity of supposed truth.

C.R.E.