Those who say that
It is always darkest before dawn
Have never woken up
With hearts of vacuum.

Cat and Mouse

You turned the corner
And stopped.
I thought you were far ahead
So I ran faster and faster
Until my defiant
Heart hammered
Between my
Extinguished lungs.
I was right — you were gone,
But I was the one who ran away.


I think about you only in
Fleeting moments,
Occupying the idle spaces of my mind.
You would intrude like visions in a dream
I cannot control, but only in
Frames. Pictures, frozen in time.
Memories—I confess—I wish I treasured.

I’d think about us in fragments,
Piecing them together in that lonely hour.


And again, I dreamt of you last night.
I don’t remember much of what it entailed,
Except that I saw only you.
You were smiling —
Not like the way you left,
But like the day we met.

We were happy in that dream.
I was happy.
My mind drifted to moments,
Memories of us, what I chose to suppress.
I might have smiled in my sleep
Until I shuddered into reality.

I sprang up in darkness, cold and alone,
Gradually accepting that archaic, forlorn happiness.
Crumbling back into bed half awake
In the pendulum of consciousness,
I wondered if you were dreaming of me too.