the past and the future meet
Have you ever been so happy you’re sad?
like you dreamt of an angel
because it was just so beautiful?
when i think of you before bed
but that’s not a rhetorical question
i dream of you a lot these days
when you dreamt of angels
other angels have come to me in my sleep
you aren’t the first person i’ve called home
even though it feels like we were built for each other
like i want to see every nook and cranny
that someone else has lived in
and not just in theory like
i see the carvings in your walls
where she marked her height like
and when i find it in the closet
this is not my first love poem
but it’s definitely my favorite
this shit should win an award
like this is my prize poem
but these words would exist without me
like i didn’t write you into existence
but alliteration has been given awards before
and she has been given awards before
maybe sometimes i do a little but
she keeps her awards in the attic
i know the poems were about you
before i had the chance to
she moved out of my dream house
that she used to live here
but i’m glad you weren’t vacant
the thing about old houses
and this house is not really mine
the other angels no longer visit you in your sleep
but it’s okay that they did
i’d rather that than nightmares
i’m glad there was someone
to be a part of your future
it’s almost a little sad.