i could swear you were just here.

there's still an impression where
your hair framed your face,
but it could be just
that little bit of sleep that clings on
for seconds until my heart beats it out.

i'd reach up to touch where you were
except i squeezed all the blood from my arms.
dreams don't break if you hold them too tightly.

but they do slip
and slip and slip into

waking.

10/22/2006

Author's Note: topic from someone. i can't remember who.

Posted on 10/22/2006
Copyright © 2024 Aaron Michael