morning

i woke up this morning thinking of you:

your hair parted to the left;
the way you walk down stairs.

i remember sky
watching you closely
and i remember that we would hold hands for days.
it was love maybe.

when i woke up thinking of you
i was in the middle of a dream.

it was right before my cell phone went off
vibrating loud on the table
and that sound woke me up
brought me out of this dream of which i was just in the middle.

something to do with spaceships
and travel through time warp holes
and a struggle and a failed attempt to capture the memory
of so many lost people and to recreate them in our new home.

something like that. and lost people meant dead celebrities.

failure meant princess diana
because that’s when my cell phone went off
and we failed,
the buzzing sound an alarm of failure in my dream
and that’s when i woke up.

i woke up thinking of you and your stance,
hands deep in shallow pockets,
staring at me with this kind of menacing smile,
or this grimace of love.

that’s it exactly.

you would grimace with love when you looked at me -
afraid that this was actually happening,
hoping that your cell phone would go off at any second -
an alarm waking you up in the middle of the dream.