i want to know her name.

for three nights now you've been meandering through my dreams/ little things/ you hold my hand/ i wake you up/ i even met your dad... a man i'd never seen before/ nice man/ and i took my leave (which, i should mention was the important part)/ a dream/ a lump in my throat/ you have made it on the list/ the small list of names... the list of names that mark a circle on my heart and live languidly in my solar plexis...


next time i see your ghost, i'm going to introduce myself.





because...