Fantasies and such

With words I find that you give,
is scarce but enough to let me live.
Each day grew, each moment passed,
But the truth and laughter I shared with you will last.

That time - every time, seemed real,
It didn't seemed fake or surreal,
or was I just imagining things,
that would have led me to think,
that it was mutual, even.

I find that hard to believe,
just that thought.
It would have crossed my mind,
if only it were a lame fantasy,
a lame wish.
and a distant one.
That would never ever happen,
the reality of that was never tangible.
It wasn't even there in the first place.
Yet, that lame fantasy...
that lame wish, lame hope, lame feelings
will not be.

I'll wager, it's not even a possibility
And yet....
Yet, I'm still wishing this impossiblities
Hoping that one day that impossible wish
that impossible fantasy
would somehow found a way
to make things possible.