These nights I dream of nothing
but when I wake I ache
for you, a blank face, a warm voice,
a familiar scent.
My hands have held yours before. You’re not here
but I can see us dancing, exchanging cozy laughs you
put your arms around my hands, careful not to get too close,
to not take me as you want me but just as I am, my own person.
But seeing you see me up close, I zone out and escape into sleep
and dreamt so many dreams of you,
that I now dream of nothing.
