My eyes flicker open
as sunlight peaks its head
through the blinds
and I turn to find
that under covers
and cover of moon
our dreams
filled the room
until it burst
at the seams
And our bodies
were flung apart
by the force
of our dreams.

The pull of shared gravity
draws us slowly
back together
Repairing our fraying edges
in early light
as we cuddle
under sheets,
Our eyes watching
the ceiling
tremble under
the weight of clouds
And the heavy shrouds
of dreams
we don’t remember.

Our gravity has
slowly turned
to something
like necessity
And the breeze
of an impending winter
is becoming our reason.
We squeeze
each other tight
against a backdrop
of falling leaves,
our entwined arms
not comprehending
the season’s brevity.

Our quiet home
could barely contain
the force of
our shared nightmares
And though we rebuilt
these old walls together
to keep us safe,
Plastering narrow hallways
and staining floorboards,
we misjudged the wear
and how soon
we would fall back
into disrepair.

We built
shaky foundations
to hold
our temporary home
and lingered there
until they had
long since
started to crumble.
The nightmares that
shook our walls
and strove
to tear us apart were
far too much
to bear together
and impossible alone.

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