Written during a dream

I wrote a poem in my dream last night. A friend whom I haven’t seen in several years was walking down a staircase and several people whom I didn’t recognize were milling around. I leaned over the top railing and shouted to my friend, “Revise with me!” and then I called out a poem. She stopped to listen, but never replied.

If we start at the same time
from the same place
with my right hand
touching your left
our feet will move together
perfectly.