imagination&recollection (i come to tell you everything)

imagination&recollection (i come to tell you everything)

I tell you miserable things after you are asleep

“Conversation 16,” The National

 …the loss of the moments of shared intimacy….The prospect of losing that made him saddest of all.

“Scheherazade,” Haruki Murakami

i come to you in your sleep

you do not know i am there

you may not even want me here

it is dark & you lie under covers

except your bare left foot exposed

i imagine you in t-shirt & panties

i recreate until my eyes adjust

so i can watch the soft rise&fall

most wonderful you breathing

with daughter & granddaughter

an act of solemn & selfish love

i have done this often in silence

i am not here to relish watching you

i am here to tell you everything

even more than love all that i fear

with you imagination&recollection

are impossible for me to separate

i have confessions bound by darkness

i could more easily hand you my bones

than lie to you or admit the naked truth

so i come to tell you everything instead

how many nights may i take from you

recognizing i deserve none of them

i begin certain my stories will never end

i could spend every night watching

you sleep & hoping i am welcome

in the dreams that warm your heart…