#death

missed you so much, dreamt
you to life again. there you sat,

unreal, on the edge of the bed,
looking at me sleep. the air– heavy,

swollen with wanting only the
living gets to inherit from the

dead. you've died so many times,
my fingers now tire to dig you out

the rubble. I know truth is harsh
like daylight but tell me you're not

entirely dead – that if I fling a pebble
at you right now, you won't disappear

like absence but you'll jump right
in, catch it and fling it back at me

before I wake up and find you
gone again

© the.misfits