Wishing Isn't Real
06/17/2001

I wish it were you,
  That I'd come home to after work.
I wish it were you,
  Who I'd put my arm around in the park.
I wish it were you,
  Who would take long walks with me at midnight.
I wish it were you,
  That would dance with me in the rain.
I wish it were you,
  To whom I could finally say:
I love you

But it's not you,
  Who I wake up to in the morning.
And it's not you,
  Who sits by me near the fire on Christmas.
It's not you,
  Who crys with me when tradgedy strikes.
Nor is it you,
  Who gazes at the stars with me in the dark.
And it's not you,
  Who says to me:
I love you