Dementia of the Heart

There's times when I smile and wish you were here,
Wish you were enjoying life with me.
And I long to know where life has you right now
Or where it's taking you,
wondering when you and I will be one in the same.

Wake me up.
Is this just a dream?
Are you just a phantom in the night,
a mere figment of my imagination?
I feel you so close, yet we're worlds apart.
Or is it that you're not there at all?

I wish it were all in my head;
But its dementia of the heart,
A luring madness.
The more I swallow it down,
the more it manifests within me.

Maybe soon I'll find that you're just as enamored by this delirium.