Dream I Had Last Night #3

We were dancing, his lead, across a dark floor illuminated by a single light. He was busy with the movements, making sure we stepped to the beat. I was busy with the words, memorizing the song I already knew by heart. He whispered in my ear,
"This may be the last song we ever hear. I can't remember the last time I heard music that wasn't from the tinker's old ukulele that's missing two strings."
I laughed, and he spun me, then pulled me back into his arms.
'This isn't real.' I mouthed to him, suddenly aware.
"I know. But what would it be like if it was."
'It can't ever be.'
He fell to the floor, hitting his head on the table nearby.
"Holy crap, are you okay?" I rushed to his side, feeling his head for forming bumps.
"You're not mute." He said, not a question.
"No, I suppose I never really was. I wished I was though."
"Sometimes you need to talk."
"Sometimes I feel like I have nothing worth saying."
"Most people don't, but they talk anyway."
"I don't like most people. I liked you."
"You like your brother. I see you with him, on your wall. The friends who made you want to talk."
"I left them."
"Why."
"I felt like I'd find others who have never seen me fail."
"No one is ever going to be oblivious to your failure."
"I was oblivious to yours. You fail to be real."
"You fail to let me be."