I had a dream about our relationship
For whatever reason, you weren’t in it
A shrink tasked me with describing
what the room of our shared life
looked like,
but was displeased when all I gave
was a short list of positives
“The view is tremendous.
The door-lock is reliable.”
And a few other things in that vein
“You sound rather blind to the bad.” the shrink said
“And though your lack of length on the good says plenty…
I advise you to look a little closer.”
I didn’t want to
It seemed to me that love’s art
was forever being ruined
by people looking too closely at it;
taking its foundation of strengths for granted
But, being a dream, my closed eyes
were always open
Soon I was exiting a cab in an old part of town
The building before me was not a house,
but a hotel
The staff wouldn’t speak to me,
and the numbering of the doors
made no sense at all
I somehow knew which room I was looking for,
but it took hours of wandering to get there
The last place I’d have picked;
a narrow stairwell atop the tallest floor
And my sweaty hand shook
as I turned the key to go in
The sound of water dripping
onto vinyl tiling was the first thing to hit me;
it was coming from an overhead AC vent,
but there was also a duct-taped window unit
whirring away on the opposite wall
In the dim light, I strained for that view I’d spoken so highly of
—pretty much anything to keep my attention
away from that scent of a place
long and suddenly forgotten—
but it was difficult to even see stars
for all the gunk on the glass
A bed was the first thing I actually saw
once my eyes had adjusted;
that leaky, twin air mattress you used to
deal with in order to spend the whole night
holding my hand as I slept on the floor
The pillows were stained with your makeup;
the sheets, with our drunken swiving
-both may as well have been piss and shit
for all the unclean age they’d gathered
I collapsed onto that once-white leather sofa
we’d been gifted in our first apartment,
and cried at the drumming reminder in my mind
of the way that green ocean in your irises
always offered me their tide-like waves;
as though I was your sole satellite
I fuckin’ bawled until your perfume hit me
When I looked up, no you;
just the ugly walls you’d excused to be with me
in an ungodly number of random, rented rooms,
back when momentary privacy
was all we could afford
We’d play video games, and screw
until our paid-for time was up
I was always so sure I’d see you again that
my ignorance then was unadulterated bliss
To die in those days would have been to die happy
But, much to my relieved annoyance,
I was not so lucky
Your cough is what woke me
I sat straight up in bed, and felt cold sweat
drain out of my pores
“Is everything okay?”
Your voice, still gentle and reassuring
at 4:21 in the morning
“No.”
-my honest answer
“But I love you anyway.”
I waited over-long for a response
But you’d already fallen back to sleep;
at least, that’s what I keep telling myself
For it takes an unthinkable fool to doubt you
And, I mean, have we met?
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