The Problem With Distance

I had a dream about you last night.
You were mine and I was yours
There were galaxies in your eyes
And I identified constellations
You smiled at me
And there were suddenly flowers growing in my lungs
I exhaled the delicate petals.
When you held me
The butterflies in my stomach
Left a tickling sensation
And kept making me giggle,
So you held me closer.
You said “I love you” and sealed it with a kiss.
I rolled over, wondering how dreams would ever top that.

But then I woke up
To find cold sheets
And an empty right side of the mattress
Made up perfectly with sheets pulled tightly
And a folded over blanket.
I couldn’t find any constellations.
There were no flower petals,
Just naked stems;
Evidence of what used to be.
Tickling butterflies were replaced with a pounding ache
And suddenly
I was alone.


About savannahlyn

I write to articulate what my tongue cannot
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