I still dream
I had a dream that I fell in love with you this morning.
If I could put a picture on my poems it would always be your face because
Sometimes I forget what you mean to me.
It’s as if you drifted from my mind eternally
But still I wake up this morning.
Your spirit comes back to hold me when I’m drunk or fucked up
And it flows through me to give me love while I’m unconscious.
I am left with a small smear of you when I opened my eyes.
The moments before being awake were more beautiful than anything in my life.