Listening to Burial.

Under the comforter, above the pillow, behind me, in front of me.

Next to me, warming me, guiding me, haunting my dreams. 

The sun plays with the blinds, peeking to see us together.

The world could only partially understand my thoughts.

You can forever have me.

But dreams only last as they can.

Until the phase has run out.

If we can ascend together, there’ll be no need for another lifetime.