I woke up from a bad dream.
What it was, I don’t know.
Tried to reach out, but I couldn’t scream
and you offered an arm.
My memory rapidly fading.
A cenote of sorts.
A feeling I couldn’t assuage and
then a vision would form.
I could feel them dead to rights
in a silence so complete,
but still indescribably vague.
Got out of bed, put my clothes on.
Though you stirred, you didn’t wake up.
Walked out the room, turned the lights on.
Pen to pad, my face in my palm.
The moon was either waxing or waning.
Can’t remember it all.
My eyelids were heavily weighted.
Soon I fell back in the dark.
I could feel them dead to rights
in a silence so complete,
but still indescribably vague.