she was with me
last night
in the dreams
ill never understand
silhouetted
moon pulling at her hand
like it pulls at the waves
leaving her
broken and bare

"nameless dream girl,
before you disappear"
your voice so familiar
and whisper so clear
have we meet somewhere
did we meet here
have i told you my stories
did we ever begin
have we fallen in love
could it happen again.

in love
with who
she was,
before she loved
who she is
and i miss
her.

you're
fallin asleep
in that space
between
collar bone
and
shoulder
and i've
always wondered
how it would feel
to have
softer cheeks
rise and fall
with nervous breathe
and how your
lips looked
from an angle
only a starving artist
could create
when he had
rent to pay
and
a girl to see
in a shirt
he hadn't
worn since he
remembered
he had it
when it fit him
and
she has it
falling loosely
over her smaller
frame
and when
we're
fallin asleep
in that space
between
your eyes
and my dreams
i hope you
know I'd choose
your eyes

if i ever kissed you
it would be
for a reason
like you are to me

if what we hear is true
and we have one life less than two
i'd spend every minute given
falling in love with you

now the only time
she looks at me
is in a picture
with that
slow moving grin
like a sunday morning
and shes lying there
with her chin
on her hand
on my chest
as her finger tips
run gently
over the words on my arm
and they seem
to make sense
to her
but she only signs
in cursive