I think I will always be
haunted by you.
You'll become a silhouette that will
only exist in the few moments
right before and after sleep.

Your eyes change colors
like a kaleidoscope of twilights.
I hope you remember me even when the
sun shines, when summer solstice arrives.

You were the realest thing I felt in
my bones. You were
the awakener of my limbs.
Goosebumps laid out like a trail
on my skin.

I know what you look like when you sleep,
I know how the ribbons of memory weave in
and out of your eye lids closed, dreaming,
shaking from the weight of the night.