I'm having the nightmares yet again.
And I've changed the word because dream implies
A good thing.
It used to be, but...
Now I have you to look forward to.

Texts every morning
And every night.
Poems that show me you.
And you constantly telling me I'm cute,
And tickling me to embarrass me
Because my laugh sounds like a goat.

You saved me.

I told you I've tried.
The second time...
Only a few days before this began.
And, after that,
I never wanted to try again,
Even if my disease told me otherwise.