because it’s so beautiful
but it’s too expensive
so I’m sad.
and I’m still dreaming about you.
And the dead men all wear shoes
It was bound to happen.
Before I fall asleep
You tell me stories that come from the top of your head
Or you nuzzle your hair in my face
From now on I am taken care of
And everything about the space in between us
Is nothing but warmth
“You make Chuck Norris know how to love.”
I don’t remember when I started feeling better. Or when I stopped blaming my loneliness on your absence. Or when my mind was somehow unchained from tiny pinpricks to the brain that caused me jerk a little to the left or right. But I use to be fearless with your ghost next to me. And now I’m afraid of everything.
I fear the letters in my mailbox and coffee with an old friend.
And I am so deathly afraid of driving slow.
I’ll fall asleep.