The Long Journey to Sanity

I don't really remember the beginning.

  We were in a field, at an old picnic table,
And we were talking.

I don't remember much of what was said,

But you told me I didn't ruin everything.

After that we left the field, and started walking along the road,

And then I woke up.

I thought it was all so real, but it was a dream.

But I felt it had happened before.

And I know it's kind of sad,

Because in the end you're not here.

But I realized I should be happy, because I wasn't talking to you at all,

I was talking to me.

I imagined you, at your best,

And you told me I didn't do anything wrong.

And that it was okay to let go.