It was summer.I slept in satin every night,as you stayed awake,standing guard over my body,like it was our last goodbye.You were the first thing I saw every morning,as the sun poured through the window,and you tucked that little unruly strand of hair behind your ear (it’s always the same one).I don’t break our gaze,my hands…

A warm, clear May day,maybe I’ll see you in June, instead.I just know that the steps I take lead to somewhere.I’ve had dreams again,the kind of dreams that I can’t run from,the kind of dreams that wake up beside me and remind me that I have something left to do before I go.So I go…