Here; In a dream.

Who are you when we are out in the dark, dancing the night away with strangers and sweat induced coma and dangerous thoughts that circle your mind. Who are you when we are sitting on the bus, holding hands and crying ourselves to sleep and singing that melody that we listen to every day because it reminds us of when times were good. Who are you when we are alone and who are you when you are with others and I am not around? Who are you when we are sitting under that willow tree, falling in love and not admitting it and falling out of love and throwing it in each other’s faces. Who are you when we sip tea on my favourite checkered couch, drowning in who we used to be and the comfort of knowing what to expect. Who are you when you think of the way my nails feel scratching your shoulders and holding you closer to me and you are kissing my neck. Who are you when we walk around in the perilous part of town, lights dimmed and you are holding me, whispering in my ear, and knowing full well what you are doing to me.