where only I had been.

This special place belonged to me,

was hidden deep within.

I went there when I needed peace,

no one would ever give.

The one "real" place I felt like me,

where I could truly live.

A gentle man once lived there,

inside this special place.

I never knew his name, his age,

or saw his precious face.

I felt him, touched him, held him,

kept him close to me.

I escaped with him each day and night.

wonderful fantasy.

I knew this man was not for real,

just hope inside my head.

When with him, in my special place,

my worries I could shed.

I knew I could just be myself,

when I was with this man.

When reality said I couldn't,

he assured me that I can.

He took me where I had to go,

he stood right by my side.

When with this man I visited,

no reason I should hide.

He gave me comfort, gave me strength,

made me believe in love.

I had this man, this hope, in mind.,

was all I could think of.

A friend, a lover, partner,

he's what I wanted most.

But reality took over and he,

was becoming just a ghost.

I begged, I pleaded with this man,

don't move me from this place.

Stay with me, don't leave, don't go,

I long to be embraced.

Had coffee with a Friend one night,

who took hold of my heart.

I felt a comfort there with him,

right from the very start.

He must have talked it seemed to me,

with the man inside my mind.

Our lives began to seem at once,

as if they were entwined.

How else could he have known that night ,

secrets never shared?

Should I ask him, should I question?

Should I have even dared.

His face was so familiar,

his voice a joy to hear.

I longed to just be with him,

and hold him, oh so dear.

The more we talked, the more I knew,

that he would take me there.

To that special place I used to love,