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.