all night long I dance with the ghost of leaving you.
it’s edges are smooth and heavy, sinuous, soft,
it tempts, teases, tortures.
in my ear are the whispers of the silence you’d leave behind, around me the arms of the empty space I’d lay beside,
the pressure is exquisite, fantasy teetering on the edge of reality.
ahead a road that winds and curves, mystery where now there is predictability, a white picket fence gone gray from lack of care.
that road winds around your cross-armed shape in the corner, your bones set at familiar angles, your sullenness old news.
the dream eats away at the cement lining my shoes and I am suddenly floating free, the surface just above, the daylight shimmering barely out of reach,
in a moment my head will break the barrier and I will finally breathe.