my unconsciousness awoke to find that you
had set sail across the sea.
it was all over the news, you had been
stranded for days with
supplies running out. sickness
and death were
stalking you on that boat.
I fretted and fretted
until I decided
I would do what I had
to do in order to get you
back. Through miracles easy
to gloss over I made it to you.
You were curled up in your cabin,
tired, hungry and evading death as best
you could. I had never been
so happy to see you.
I could taste the joy,
hunger, and pain through every
kiss.
The scene shifts
suddenly, is this home?
It seems that ordeal had
been someone elses nightmare.
You were in the shower
and I had to leave.
I walked over to the door,
the sound of water coming down
on your body, on the tub.
I heard you say something
as I hurried to the
door, rushing
to the next scene,
the one that brought
this piece,
the one that makes me
wonder about
this reality.
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