I get angry with him when I wake and he’s no longer there.
I curse the fact that he visits at night then flees in the morning before the rising of a new sun.
My heart aches for the last kiss that I never get and he always vanishes before I’m given the chance to loosen my grip
from his fingertips.
He stays patient though, when I fly off the handle, he knows I want him to stay so I am ensured by his words that my heart he has no intent to trample…
Calmly he repeats, every morning when I call yelling, “I’m right where you left me, you’re the one who leaves…”
I guess it’s not his fault that he can’t come with me when I awake from my dreams.
— Alexandra Elle, Words from a Wanderer