“do you love me?”
a breath heavy with sleep
whispered into night.
i rolled on my side
and fought back the tangled
webs of dreams
better left unseen.
“can you feel me?”
some nights pass easy
while others seem to harbor
all of our darkest
fears. deep into the witching
hour i pulled the covers
under my chin.
“remember me.”
an unstruck bell always tolls
the sweetest note, hung
on pure possibility.
and as melancholy came
to claim me, a single tear
down my cheek.
