I lie in the dark,
chasing sleep that slips away.
Thoughts scatter like headlights on wet pavement,
and behind my closed eyes,
tears drift down slow
a rain I never asked for.
Then the dream takes me.
Memories distort
colors bleeding into one another.
For a moment, I almost believe.
I smile in that fragile light,
as if the past had stitched itself whole again.
Daylight arrives, pale and quiet.
I wake uncertain,
as if something slipped away
in the space between sleeping and breathing.
It rains in quiet colors
blue against the blinds,
silver on the floorboards
a weather only I can feel.