I dreamed about you last night

I don't know a damn thing about poetry beyond how powerful it can be. But these were the words floating around in my head while I cried over a silly dream I had last night.

I dreamed about you last night.We'd found an apartment in the city with a nice view of the other buildings blocked only by the dentist's office out the window.
Everyone came over to see us love each other.They were a pain in the ass but we needed an audience. For the first time I cried after waking up from a dream. I'm still crying and my chest hurts thinking about how much I love you.I can tell myself it's only my ego but that doesn't bring you here for me to smell. I can tell myself that no matter where you are, you are right here.Because that's what zen says and I had that experience. But I don't see you and I can't touch you. It's a damned good illusion making me cry.