When my dreams are awake
during the day,
they are filled with reasons why you avoid me, why you dislike me,
why you can’t even look at me.
A part of me finds true solace in that,
in that idea that to avoid me; to dislike me is to know at least a part of me.
Even if it was a part that drove you away, I feel blessed to have your presence visit.

Then the sobering reality of the day passing by reminds me of one even more terrifying possibility.
The idea that you couldn’t care any less about me to even temporarily visit any...