i had the dream again last night
the one where you come sit beside me
and we are silent together, never speaking
comfortable just being in the moment
the feeling lingers on past sleep …
of course, our dream selves are nothing
like our waking lives, where i always
say too much too often or too little too late
and you have other things to worry about
yet as often as you haunt my dreams
i can’t help but wonder whether
i ever inhabit yours …
don’t tell me if i do
