i wake up from a nightmare, a terrible one,
where i dream i am separated from you.

like we were either never together or will never be.

and then i wake up and realize you are still here.

like my habit of always saying, “i want a boyfriend,”
and then remember i already have one.

i think that is why they say you need to fear in love.

if you never fear, you never treasure.

it is so sad how humankind is, that they never know
what they’ve got until it is gone.