No Answer

Images keep coming into my mind
like flashbulbs in pictures
going off in the night.

Each flash I see has an image of you;
a shadow, an angel, a release
-what to do...

Those nights I weap for,
as I think back on it now.
I feel that we need more,
of each other, somehow.

But I know I am only
thinking selfishly when
I consider the consequences
of having you as a friend.

The illusion is wrong.
I know your story isn't real.
It goes towards a bad outcome
despite anything I feel.

Why is, what is so wrong
at arms length, holding so strong
to me, as I hang on,
to a dream, that should be all gone?

I have no answer.