On the walk

On the walk, I asked if you had a DREAM. You did. You cared not if I had one. And, I as a good friend, I shared. But, you never cared. I shared more. And, I shared again, only to find you had none. At the end of the day I realized, that was only the answer not the DREAM !! You never had one. I stopped sharing, I stopped caring. And, the distance... I am and always looking for a dreamer. --- Thus spake Raw-bee