altered states

i dreamt of you, finally.

you told me you met the greatest love of your life, yet your voice cracked ever so slightly, and your smile was a little twisted.

you didn’t have to tell me; i know it was merely a matter of time. i hope you hold onto her tight and give her all the love she deserves, and her to you.

why were we standing facing each other again?

of all things, i remember the embrace of your arms in the quiet dark — it’s not been the same since. my cheek nestled in the nook of your neck, the steady whisper of your breath on my forehead. you would always fall asleep first — softly, calmly, the rise and fall of your chest signalling the transition to an altered state of consciousness.

one, two, three, four.

i would catch up to you later, lingering in that liminal space where nothing else mattered; it was just you and me. even when we had to wake up eventually, even when you would unconsciously turn your back to me in time.

i love you, i love you.

indeed, in an altered state, you will always be mine.