In a vivid dream I beheld (held) you, as I had for weeks.
Your solemn eyes peered at me, perpetually seeking
answers that elude me still. No goodbyes were uttered, or
perhaps they drowned in the fair company of regret
One year prior, a false fatherly figure had towered over me
gleefully binding me with honeyed words and a dark
fortuneteller’s bemused smile, haughty in his prophecy
that the little bump below my palm meant nothing, really
The light in my eyes is already fading; even now
I tread lightly, shrinking from cold condemnation
seeking out half-truths in the cavity left behind
by you, quiet fawn, unable to witness the morning dew
