Dawning Creations

You pick me up, playing the music we listen to.
Emotion is in your eyes, a fretful, regretting sorrow that is as clear as the cold on this December day.

You’re sorry.
Looking into your eyes, I realize it will all be ok.
We start to speak.

Nothing has changed.

So many nights I dreamt I couldn’t find you.
You were lost in a maze or some winter warfare and I could not reach you, no matter the effort I made.

Reality came snaking into my sleeping. Light stopped beaming on my phone.
You disappeared no matter the amount of my trying.
I felt my fears coming to life, maybe yours, too.
Your ghosting wasn’t a ghost but left me more afraid.

We’re here today.
I’m in your car, the music is playing and you’re you.

It’s feels so good to know that nothing has changed.