Stepping Up

Sometimes I dream of you.
And in those dreams
You come not
As you are now,
But as you were
All those years ago.

No.
That is a lie –
You come
As the one
I used to dream of
Back then.
As the person
I chose to see in you,
Instead of the one
Who was really there
Standing with me.

I haven’t stepped-up
In all these years,
Have I?