I think I dreamt half of my life,
Or two years at least, the years I knew you
When you were the one I knew best in the world.
Or in those years I didn’t know you at all
And you were always a mystery
I only came closer to finding.
I must have been a child,
If I have forgotten you so soon,
I must have been dreaming of someone like you.
I tell myself that I remember the way you laugh
But perhaps that is only in my dreams,
And my memory keeps no record of you.