So. Did you dream ... ?
Yes, I dreamed of you
scaffolded within
reclining
black handwriting
I poke my head in
to let you know
I am fine and ready to go
Up and through a crowd you go
Always someone between us
Some space divides us
I follow.
I wonder:
Do others notice?
I am with you
at the bottom of the steps
wood paneled square staircase
enclosed
you touch
the wall
it moves.
You run up.
I continue ascending
at a steady pace
unphased.
Real or reel?
Real.