We fell asleep together,
I asked before:
"Is it safe here?"
"Safe in my arms."
And I felt the protection
from the warmth of your body
around me.
I woke up
to a note on your pillow:
*I watched you sleep,
I love you.
Be back soon.*
I was in an apartment,
your apartment.
I got up from the covers
peeked in your dresser drawer
tucked in the corner was
my pink underwear,
my book of short stories
next to your 3/4 sleeve shirts.
Down the hall in the bathroom
I found my toothbrush.
In the kitchen
chai tea.
The living room
a sketchbook and pencil.
Mine
in your apartment.
What a shame
you never came home
to me.
So I woke right up
when I realized it was a bad dream.