Now that you are without me,
what do you dream about?
Last night I dreamt that you and I
locked eyes across a bloody battlefield.
We had to fight our way through
every kind of violent death
to be together.
When I reached you,
sweaty, blood-drenched, exhausted,
you kissed my lips and
I felt the strength to stand.
Under the full moon,
I lit candles and sent a dream your way.
Now, thoughts of me flash through your mind
Before you drop away in sleep,
falling through the tangles of my hair.
You hear me whisper, “Come back to me.”
And you are.
You are on your way.