dreams

“May we speak?” He says to me, and without thinking I agreed.
As we are walking, I sensed a presence amongst us.
“We are being followed..” I say.
“I’m aware, but let’s keep going anyways.”
We make our way to a park bench, and commence our chat.
Words were being exchanged, laughing back to back.
“May you excuse us?” He politely asks, and the ladies behind us part way.
Words were being held back, it was time to get serious.
Tears were shedding, and the “I’m sorry”s we’re being said.
I lay my head on his shoulder, just as I used to before.
It felt so right.
It felt so warm.
I felt at home.
I had to ask, because I needed to know.
I take a deep breath in and say, “Do you and her share a home?”
He sighs and his head starts looking down, and from his lips, a frown.
As he’s holding me, his arms start to tighten.
He hasn’t answered me, so my mind starts to think, “Has she gone away? Has he come back to me?” —

— but of course, it was nothing but a dream, as the sun awakens and I find nothing but empty sheets. She never left, she has always been here, living in the arms where I long to be.
This is a pain I have known for a while, for my heart to excuse it, even just for a night, was undeniably liberating that I cant wait to go back to sleep;

but when I do, please, do not reappear in my dreams.