(The poet never truly sleeps

writing their truth beneath the sheets)

A dream of you

leaves me feeling blue

and waking

alone

again

Aching upon

somewhere to belong

between a lover and a friend

As the time I held

your paper-like, origami shape

in my arms, without fear or qualms

You never questioned

my caress

but drew me closer to you

While the morning silence

undressed

our thoughts at the seams