Shared Dreams

Every time after I see you, And leave you, inevitably, There is a pattern. I wake up. Your scent still lingers, clinging To my skin like the summer evening Is always reluctant to release the Fading glow of twilight... I can still feel the impression of Your arms around my like, I guess, The impression my head left behind On your pillow, an inscribed record Of our shared dreams... I feel like I have discovered peace. And then it begins to fade, gently, Slipping away like a paper boat On a drowsy Caribbean tide... but still, You don't feel so far away yet That were I to just run fast enough, I couldn't still catch sight of Your sails on the horizon... That's the first day. The second day, you still feel Real enough to want, and so I miss you... I miss you so much. I miss you like the sky misses the sun When he leaves her every night, The way she wears black until He returns to her... By the third day... you have Become a ghost again. The closest I can feel to you Is within my own poetry, as if You are like any other figment Of my own dreaming...