Unsolicited dreams
Encountering old ghosts
Divvying up as if we didn't know already
Where things belong

Sitting on the edge of my bed
I wonder why you're here
Talking like an earlier version of yourself
Both familiar and unfamiliar

Looking over my shoulder, still
Without even physical bodies
It's just the idea of a person
That takes the color out of my skin

It’s so hard to get in your head
To know what’s going through your mind
Your moves seem at minimum haphazard
But more so cruel as you just carry on

Why give when you’re absent?
Why be when you’re reluctant?
I spend too long wondering why it is
You’re not endless and yet,
I know It was probably always limited