A blue bubble blew up
on my screen one night at 12:31.
I knocked a glass of melted ice
onto the carpet and it bounced
like rubber off the floor,
rolling under my bed and hitting the box beneath it.
Your name like a gunshot through
my insomniac mind, crippled
with dreams
I swear
really happen sometimes.

"I need youu tto buy me a ** tel"
As if I could instantly flip money from my fingertips
and have it lie in the palm of your hand
to slide over the marble counter for a key in exchange.
"I need to get out of here honestlyy"
As if I could come carry you myself up the stairs
because elevators scare you.
"No you come here"
I can't, sweetheart.


As if I could be on a plane in the next ten minutes,
fly so far to where you are.
As if I could land in your arms one more time,
and promise you that everything
would be okay--
tell you that you're fine.

I can't, sweetheart.