an audience of one

Will you care if I die
of a broken heart
by you or myself
I dragged my body
through 2500 yards
wondering where you were
I dreamt of you
in my sickness
i could not be sure
if it was real or not
the dream
not your absence
perhaps it is not the heart
but the stomach
that will kill me
for i cannot eat
what new thing
how is it that i
who bends time and space
cannot control you
who visit me
in my dreams
i wonder
if my physics
will ever be recognized
and why it does not matter
it has always been
for an audience of one