in my dream you read to meMature

In my dream you read to me
before I fall asleep, your fingertips soothing
the day away with smooth swipes along my neck.

In my dream I found you dying
stained crimson and torn apart, a last breath
hanging in your throat when I saved you. I think I saved you.

In my dream I found you crying
and I couldn’t hold you close enough
with the arms of the ghost I turned out to be.

In my dream I follow you
even when sight and sound have failed me
and I’m swimming in nothingness, hands stretched out for you.

In my dream I meet you for the first time,
in passing, in the corner of my eye, and you wedge in
like a splinter in my mind, until I crash into consciousness.

The End

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