Asleep, where the dreams
curved away, leaving
you behind.

Those instant pictures that
shape the false
impressions.
Do you remember
those shadows?

This is the only time
the dusty photo albums
become
reality shows.

Stranded on islands.
Strangers of different
races.

We were even strangers
when we met. We never did
get to
know one another.

This is what I realize.
Falling asleep
the best
defence to facing
the
mourning.

We can be what we want to be.

That is the promise
we gather to ourselves.

Flickering moments of
intensity that
crawl away
like wedding bands
thrown into the trash.

Asleep, where the dreams
curved away, leaving
you behind.