I had the dream again last night The one where you die of a drug overdose And I am chasing death down a dark hallway I woke up in a cold sweat Reaching to any god to provide proof you were well Instead I found out that last night while we were both asleep a man with your name died from a drug overdose He tried to kiss me three weeks before under a lamp light The snow was falling and we shared a cigarette We spoke about Dubai and tigers and salsa dancing He put his coat around my shoulders to keep me warm He told me he wanted to be free and he jumped Up and down I told him I was in love But it wasn’t with him Tonight I cried to all the gods for all three of us Because while you and I lucked out of this round A good man with an aching heart did not I still do not feel lucky at all And you will never understand just how lucky you are
I have been coming to terms with my struggles involving ptsd and nightmares. Today was very difficult. I feel heavy.