Reality

I’d hoped, but I see now it ain’t so. No, it ain’t, not the way I thought at first. I’d hoped, but I see. So walk with me awhile, if you will, while the fantasy of all my prayers fades. I would remember a pleasant dream with you, beside you; you were its source, you know—I won’t lie about that—and you are a better thing than any fanciful desire. You are real. Even if, in the end, you’re not mine, you’re real, and I think reality is better. You are in reality; you were never really my dream.