sometimes i wake up with ghosts
of past lovers draped over me.
it is smothering and diseased.
i have to rub my face until there
is no feeling left just to send them
fleeing. to be rid of them, but it is
always so very temporary.
they always come back.
as do you.
sometimes i wake up and it is as though
you are in the air that surrounds me.
you are every thing that i touch, feel,
smell, see. you are what has startled me
from sleep. you are what i breathe.
everything takes on a different light,
shade of color and you become the
disheveled covers that just won't lay
right, the sheet that is somehow missing.
you become the "bump in the night."
must have been a vivid dream but i could
almost swear that you had been laying
right next to me. the spot is still warm,
but you become the coldness of my hands.
you become the emptiness in my bed.

sometimes i wake up
and sometimes it's just
easier to sleep you off.

01/28/2003

Posted on 01/29/2003
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