I'm not there

I love to look out there
at that settled
early hour
unspoken but the wings
and a faint buzz
otherwise a nuisance
but here
here could pacify the roving
something of a way
those creatures that know
all too well
when to make themselves scarce
nothing
a home to everything that could be
where I lose myself
within a strangers dream
I imagine that I am there
with you
and the houses, the boats
and our ever so buoyant memories
but something doesn’t see us
you, and I
we were never there
we were nothing but storytellers
inventing scenes to ease the pain
I was you 
and you were to blame
for this tragedy
this vile tale
where I watch you move
but I’m not there
only the stillness
softness, of the early hour
happening without me