kitten on a hotplate

Every night you visit me in a sick and twisted way.

Not sick as in perverse,

But sick because I still crave your presence.

Sick because you do not exist in my life.

Not twisted as in wrong,

But twisted as in your appearance is not how you really are…

I know you do not resemble what I see in my dreams.

And it’s not every night,

It just seems so often…

And it’s weird because we never touch

And it’s weird because I am longing for connection

And it’s weird because there is a pregnant pause

And the whole time I am waiting

But happy.