The first time I saw you after
a year of drought, we fell asleep
on my sofa and I dreamt that we
had never been apart,
that we had chosen each other,
that we had escaped through the
cracks straight underwater and
somehow found a better way
There, time didn’t matter because
there, time didn’t exist;
there, I could spend
whole days wasted in your bed
and they would never be a waste.
There, I could walk up to the walls
of your mind and a doorway
would open up for me,
as it always used to.
I would stay there with you if I could,
I could keep swimming forever
but when I wake up on my sofa,
you’re not there.