My Dreams.

I put all my dreams away inside the drawers of yesterday

For when I lost you I had no need to feel the loss of you being gone

And so inside of each sacred drawer I laid bits and pieces of all you had ever been to me

And then like silver lightning an idea came to me

That had I just lived inside that last sacred moment

Then death could not have taken you away

So in I climbed

Inside that drawer where they had laid your remains

And I reached up and closed the lid on what I knew was the very last breath

And the strangest thing came along
You.


jo.