I woke up from a nightmare
I could not stand to keep
to myself
you were stretched across the couch
coffee going cold on the table
a half finished cigarette
still burning
you wrapped me up
in kind words that
I could not bare
to hear
whispered into my ear
"one day we will go wandering
and this tiny house will overspill
with dreams'
you are not your memories, darling
you are not the bad things
that have been done to you
you are a fierce flame
that warms my heart
forget them, my love
they are nothing
and you, and you
are everything