I used to trace the veins in your arms like an old map that's been paving the way back to a vacant home where I find myself wandering back to between the hours of 2 and 4am.
In my dreams I feel the warmth of the sun hug the exposed parts of my skin. I feel the rust of the chain link fence scraping against the tips of my fingers and I catch you holding my hand as if we were those innocent kids in the park again.
Every dream starts off the same and then I start to remember where you hid all your demons in the nooks and crannies into scattered pieces of my soul.
The song we used to sing in my car plays in the background and gives me the feeling of a thousand sinking ships with a thousand helpless people begging to a God who refuses to listen to their cries.
I wake up in cold sweat with a pounding heart and remember that everything about you was just a nightmare that I never wished was real.