tiny broken pieces and a faint memory of you

from time to dreams-ten

at 10 pm, you rolled to my side
and you cuddled me tight

at 12 I woke up and I nuzzled my face against your neck

5 am, I looked at your calm posture
you look so unaware
and how I hoped we stayed like this forever

but somehow, humans wake up from a nightmare and they won't bother to try again
that's why I hate it when your eyes would open
because I know you'd send me out of here, with words from your mouth flying