You Were Here

You were here,

when the dawn made itself known,

pressed up against my window,

weak curtains, unable to resist,

reaching through the glass,

to will me towards the waking world.

You were here,

in the loosest sense,

before I was lucid,

I idealise you,

when I’m awake,

so I dream of you,

always,

when my eyes are open,

and shut.

You were here,

just for a moment,

just when I needed you,

just the way I remembered,

soft eyes,

seeking me out,

your arms,

a blanket,

that I wrapped myself in,

weeping as I awoke.