I had a dream.
You were there.
It was just like old times,
we were in the bedroom and fighting.
You wanted to go to therapy
and I wanted you to stay.
We fought.
Then we fucked,
and everything felt okay.

I woke up.
You weren't there.
It had been four years since you were.
Of course it was just past bar close,
so I had no way to cope.
Smoked a cigarette beneath the streetlight.
Realized we had been apart
longer than we had been together.
How have you been,
perfect person in my head?
I got fat, but I hope you found some happiness.

I woke up from a wet dream,
and for just a minute
I felt like myself again.