I had a dream
that you called
to tell me you were waiting outside my door
uninvited
unexpected
after months of unreturned calls
you took my hand the way you used to
and pulled me to your waist
whispering sweet nothings into my ear
that’s all they were
just words
that meant nothing
with a faint sweet aftertaste
left on your tongue
that I couldn’t get enough of
I woke up
to the familiar scent of dried blood
an empty bottle of pills
and sweet nothings echoing in my head