poems dont need titles

I'm out of frame, staring in at you now
on the other side of the water
this thing we had was too fast
to catch hold in real life.
I was caught up in a dream.

I saw you and never looked back
but when I snuck under your covers
I wasnt ready for the mirror on your breath.
and as we lay there, staring at my imperfection
I found myself alone in bed