I spent my evening weaving
together a fantasy
of the future I silently ache for.

I dreamt of finding love,
somewhere where love belongs.

So imagine my surprise
upon drifting into sleep
to find somewhere in the
depths of my subconscious


you are there.
begging me not to move on.

What a test,
to rest along the banks of solitude and
dangle fingers in hair spilled over the bedside
like attracting fish in the pond.
Tasting the waters
and twining a line,
the tickle, my hook.