I woke up. How were you the first thing on my mind?
Did I dream of you last night? Or did I wake up wanting to have dreamt of you?
I saw you on the air last night. I was hoping you were a mess, but you looked amazing.
Perhaps today you will start to fade. Perhaps breathing will get easier today.
Please bear with the sappy poetry. This is just part of my processing sadness. Eventually the sappy poems will stop and I will get back to funny and cute haikus.
Grayer Gardens 