12 Degrees & Skiving

what began as year-long challenge has become perpetual until further notice

in such dreams

Out of the cache
in the iron of my bed
come legendary creatures

I’m the ghost
& you bring the memories

I read aloud
from our story
your mouth is quizzical.

“Did I do that?”
you say
“I don’t remember.”

In such dreams
I am not allowed to fade away
I am forgiven for who I am

In those dreams
we do things we did
& things we didn’t do

You remind me
there’s no time where you are
of course, as soon as I know this
you’ll have to go

& before you can come back
I’ll have to wait until
I un-know it all over again


Tell me wotcha reckon

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