My dreams have become a graveyard a heaven a hell a confession space for the God-less wretch I’ve become
There I’ve seen and spoken and apologized to dead friends and relatives for things I did or didn’t do all the things I miss or simple talks: weight gained and lost, bad haircuts and habits, glories and horror stories from the road. catching up. shown them what they missed, what they have yet to miss. and roundly enjoying the fantasy of living together again.
There I’ve seen my dogs walked them around the blocks we used to and ones we never got to. Pick back up on the best conversations I ever had with my marathon of words their open, floppy, furry ears and shared endless love
And last night, there I saw you and it seemed mutually painless for the first time in forever. We smiled, kissed, and stared on our sides on our bed.
I woke up alone on the bed that became just mine again.
And last night there I saw you. When I woke up I knew that was dead too.