Authored: November 26, 2022

Feelings are fickle but deeply felt
I am not sure what could have been done
That sharing what I felt could have changed anything
As friend's we fell asleep in the same bed
Or at least you did.
I heard your breaths slide into sleep
I almost reached out to touch you...almost.

Stand alone, on this mass
I dreamt a dream of want and longing.

Sometime in the morning you awoke
I was gone
You wondered why I had left
I wrote you a note
That'd would be found on the kitchen bench.

When we were finally asleep,
I dreamt of holding you
Just that. Human touch.