Spilled Tea

Good

The others show up
randomly in dreams,
but you are the exception.
I have wondered that maybe
even my subconscious is wary.

I am terrible at remembering
to make eye-contact.
I'm sure you have known this,
and I have been trying to learn.

The weeks pass
and they are dreary
and stressful.
The breaks we receive
are small and filled to the brim
with missed sleep.

You wouldn't believe me,
but you exert good energy
into a world that needs it.
And into people that need it.
It is more than good,
you are more than good.

I am overwhelmed
and tired but,
oh God,
you remind me what
long-term goodness
felt like.