I saw your face behind me in the mirror
And turned to find you gone
Felt your soft hair against my cheek
But when I woke it was the cat
In all chasteness murmured to you words
Which I had never learned and yet knew
And almost caught your modest replies
In the white noise of the whirring fan.

But in an alternate reality
I fled the chaos of foreign streets
And found you, wild and instantly familiar.
And we soared like two albatrosses
After a long separation.

But I could not maintain my altitude
And heard only the shrill harshness of your cries
Far above me.
Oh God, I must ask Your forgiveness
For sins I have not even committed.