We Had Never Met

Everything was as it should be.
No trash in the stream,
at least that we could see.

No haze on the horizon.
It was stored in our lungs from the time we were young,
and as we spoke it arose from our tongues.

Not quite perfect, but as it should be.
It was genuine and not just a front of something I long for.

You were you,
as you always have been.

But in my dream...
we had never met.