when you sit up and
scream into the night
and you’re not alone
but who’s beside you keeps on sleeping
when you pad out into the kitchen
open the fridge
and the white and the light stare at you like a morgue
when you sit down with a glass of juice
your hand around it on the table
and the table is not real
and the glass isn’t
and you aren’t
when you don’t use your voice
but you’d want to
to know that maybe maybe
it wouldn’t sound like it’s coming from a cave
far away
when suddenly he shows up
stands in the door frame
looks at you, sleepy
comes over
and
hugs you –
the world changes.
falls back into place.