01010011.

You and I,
side by side,
or is it just me, imagining
having you there at my right?
You, came into my dreams,
speaking a language of poetry
that I couldn’t quite figure  
exactly what it means.
Though leaving traces
of binary codes,
in the morning for me to solve.
Zero one zero one zero zero one one,
I dare not to,
touch whatever you left behind,
for this is the only way,
to converse with you and your mind. 

“Stay.” you wrote.
Did I get it right? 
Or was it just what I want you to write?