I'm Jack's hindsight.

I had a dream I saw you in the park. You invited me back to your place and I accepted even though I knew it would end the same way it did every time before. You left me there in the sunshine I said I'd be by in a few hours, you said you'd be waiting for me.

I went to the building and walked up the first set of stairs. I ended up in someones apt. This is one strange building. There were no doors separating the tenants just stairs. I asked how to get to your place but no one gave me the right directions. I walked up a flight of stairs down another, I climbed a ladder to someones balcony where her whole family gathered. They were nice people, didn't even mind that I kept bothering them during prime-time tv.

I kept thinking of your face through the windows of your flat. You smiled and walked back in forth waiting. But I couldn't find my way.

When I finally got the right directions and a ladder of my own to reach your balcony, I woke up.

Was this my mind telling me, that you're not worth the time I spend trying to get to you? Because no matter what I'll always fail. Even if I try and get help and persevere it won't matter. I've tried time and time again to get to you but it's always been in vain. I know I'm truly done trying to win your heart and open your door.

I'd respectfully decline the ladder and ask if I could stay and watch old game shows with these nice people.

On the quest for lost love we meet the real people that care about us and will help us no matter what.  Even if it's a stranger offering some guidance and a ladder.