Pipe-Dream

I've become dangerously excited by the possibility, 
of a requiem pipe-dream that never comes true,
and it stars you.
Refusing to work as a team, 
because you're running the gauntlet with another.
So why bother looking like a wounded dog,
when I play fetch with someone who isn't you?
Put yourself out of the misery and I'll move on.
Emotions change overnight.
Tussle my hair then greet me at the door with a sideways stare.
You're not for sale,
so take your products off the shelf.
I held out the grapevine olive branch,
through the telephone drawstring.
You cut it off at the seams.
Oh, what a pipe-dream!  

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