somber light shines into my window
i roll over, engulfed in consolable warmth
and reach for the pen on my nightstand.

drearily, i begin to write
"another nightmare about him."
ink sputters from the opening of the pen,
forming shaky, but beautiful words onto the ragged paper
of the journal i've kept for years
to document the progression of the loss of my sanity
since you left.

oh, but of course, you wouldn't understand.
you never dreamed about me, anyways