A Dream I Don’t Belong

We are in bed again
and I am not sure how
we got here except
you called me last night
and your voice is my

It kills me how
the silence
brings out the best of us,
the darkness of the night
our fears, insecurities,
and the truth
that neither of us know
where this will end up.

I am holding you tight
with both arms
hoping you will understand
how much I want to
let you in,
but this is a dream
I don’t belong,
and the morning has come
to take me away from you.

*a rewrite of an old poem. a fiction piece.


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