“Even in your dreams you can’t understand me.” She whispered in the dead of night.
I turned over on my cheap mattress, ignoring her chilling stare from the other side of the room.
“You believe I’m here to cause you more pain, yet you’re the only one with that power.” She casually said, staring now at the threads in my hand-me-down brown recliner.
I sigh a breath of defeat and sit up toward her, “t...
holding your hand all morning had melted
precious picture remained in my eyes
charming prisoner I kept close for years
I dreaded when you left me whole yet tense
reaching for you every single night still
memories still complete my impulses
waking to such a dazzling sunrise
I forever dream when you will be home...