the first of many

i saw you again last night. i held you a little tighter because i knew once i wake up, you'd be gone.

i don't sleep often. but when i do i get excited. because it's another chance.

in my dreams you put your head on my lap and i don't tell anyone.

i dreamt i drank the color of your voice. i dreamt my house was on fire and the only thing i saved was a photograph of us.

the way you come back. only here. only ever here.

sometimes i think dreaming is the only right thing left to do. so i close my eyes and you're right there

and i don't need anywhere else to be.