I dreamt about you again last night,
we were sitting on the side of your futon bed,
I said, "we're not going to have this conversation again are we?"
You said things like, "I'm not good enough for you",
and "I need a break."
How do you take a break from four and a half years?
I have these dreams often and wake up afterwards
feeling like someone kicked me in the stomach.
In a way they are the best dreams I have,
because they remind of how I felt with you.
Self-confident, willing to do anything to make it work,
willing to give my life for yours.
It turns out that I am still capable of love.
I am a shipwrecked man, on a twin bed,
drinking salt water to stay alive.