I had a long and cold dream
from a sleep so heavy, so deep:
I woke up in the middle of the woods
covered in pale mist and in thick shadows
a field of fallen leaves veiled in pre-dawn dark
the grass beside me bent in your shape
and the ground below us still warm
from our haste
I was standing in the middle of a road
stretched without end in a cyclic bend
devoid of any movement, of sound, of noise
so nothing stopped me from screaming
as I remembered being tired
and alone
I was sailing in the middle of the sea
a drift glass on a starry mirror lens
when rain came, it shook and shattered
that’s when I fell into the water
and learned that I didn’t mind the fall
so I waited, and I let the waves
swallow me whole
Then I was beside you,
and it wasn’t a dream, not anymore
it was a different sea, it was another road
but we came back to the same woods
and it was just the two of us,
when one of us asked the other,
don’t you want me here?
which one of us
I couldn't tell