Last night I dreamt I slept next to you.
Peaceful, like 3:00 am snow.
When I burrowed closer, you melted away with the sunrise.
Black mascara stained your cotton tendons,
and I prayed for the sight of newspapered glass.
For peach tea and vein filled hands.
An empty towel littered the floor at my feet,
and the coil at the back of my throat wound tight.

All I could think to say was to tell you not to go.