Wish you could be a plot point I
dreamed up - created for the...

How do you sleep?
With bountiful dreams...

You ask how I feel?
Exposed - a newborn...

spending evenings in the cold,
preparing to survive what could be...

I hope I don't see you in the morning.
I hope our paths never cross again...

Flashback flashback
But things aren't bad now...

I wake up in a room different than
my own, a place I once called home...

one swallow
is all it could take...

This ache hasn't dissipated in 44 days.
Its consistency has shifted, immigrated...

Here's a poem to you,
the boy with the tousled hair...

I wish there wasn't this
confusion...

Another poem asking for the impossible.
Another night wishing you were here...