Morning.Dreamer.
I dreamt you were on our coach. I dreamt you were on our adventure to their wedding. You were my friend for the journey, speaking in the mother tongue to my new friend next to me. You sat on and broke her cigarettes.
I picked up your wallet. Petite but full of memories, cards, cracked plastic wallets. In awe of the beautiful script written on every photo and business card and the overall smell of the broken leather. A memory for each.
We moved into the house after it was over for the reception. You told me you loved me, we made a connection. You walked away leaving me confused. A friend returned, they gave me a gift so we could always see each other. He knew what was felt. A camera that recorded and stored great & small events, automatically shared with the wearer of the other necklace.
You came back, astounded and so greatful they were happy for you. Then I met your Parents. They weren’t though. They were guardians of your life. Your Parents and family downstairs enjoying the festivities.
We lay naked in the room, the large painted white door shut but not locked.
We were clothed and you were leaving, I followed to the other room as I didn’t know why. I was panicking and had the lump in my throat, trying to scream your name but knowing I couldn’t. They would hear!
Your Sister was there, flowing blonde hair and angry faced. You had given me one of her tshirts in error. You don’t have a sister, but she was there.
I ran. I panicked. I fled into the room we were in and hid behind the pile of bedding. Your Guardians said it would be alright, it wouldn’t make a difference. But I knew it was the end.
All I can do is cry, I won’t know that. I won’t know the smell, the feel of your skin, the connection that may be genuine.
The warmth of your crazy against mine, daemons intertwined.
