I sleep a lot these days,
more than I used to.

Some people say I'm depressed,
but that's okay,
because she's here with me
in my dreams,
we walk and we talk,
and we smoke and we joke,
and sometimes we hold each other
and make love.

Those are the mornings
I wake up
with a piece of granite
and I realize
I'm still alive
and how much
I really miss her
and her sweet
sloppy
succulent
kisses.

So bring it Sandman,
you're burning daylight,
and I want to live
with her at least
one more time.