Won’t you let me know,
in your lucid dreaming,
what you whisper in her ears at night?
how long did you propose your forever to her,
how deep did you describe the trench of your love, by kilometers, by depth of frail effort?

Won’t you let me know,
if the whites of her eyes disappear when you tell her you love her?
or do you see yourself squirm and tremble in their reflections?

Won’t you let me know,
how many hours you spent each night, scrambling through all your drawers,
as the thunder clap murderously outside, each a sonic warfare,
blinding pain of splinters under your nails,
just to find a shred of me that you can hold on to
to inhale deeply
to feel free
from the shackles of an entity you can’t even comprehend?

Won’t you let me know,
when you close your eyes,
do you see bluish dust
can you trace my scent
and be lost in them?
do you want to get out of your clothes
and into my thoughts?