"Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being."
I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.
I don’t think about you
in the morning anymore.
I no longer daydream about you
when I fall asleep.
Afternoons pass and I sometimes
forget your name,
the sun sets and you are just
a wisp of smoke against the back
of my neck.
I’ve come to realize it is safer
to not think about things I can’t have—
safer to stop dreaming about people
whose hearts are so very far