Dreams

It's OK but it's not

I turn the air conditioning off

When it is hot.

And it is you.

It's alright but it is not

I turn the radio on

To a sad song

And I miss you.

The more days pass

I wonder if 

these things i do

Come from you.

It is OK but it is not

I turn the light off 

The dreams I have

Belong to you.