and if in a dream

I thought the
worst of you

would it be real

and when I woke
and you were there
next to me

and we smiled
at each other

wishing each other
a good morning

would it be real

can the end begin
in a dream

creating a nagging
sensation

that grows

pecking at the
back of your
brain like a

demonic
woodpecker

we never seem to learn
how fragile love can be

where something as silly
as a dream or a whisper

can spread a dis-ease