It's 10:36 Pm.




I had a dream two days ago and if it were a photo
it'd be a snapshot of browned notebook paper, all
the things I've ever written about you beside a vase
of flowers

You came out of an anger so deep and hugged me, I
said
i k n o w  t h i s  i s  j u s t  a  d r e a m but I miss you
and I felt my nose brush the bottom of your earlobe
you held me by the shoulders and told me you didn't
know.