As Ash
In the center
of my sleeping
I dreamed
that I was at
a funeral and that
funeral was
my own.
No sadness
found its way
to my slumbering
eyes,
instead,
I fell madly
in love
with the way
I felt
as ash
in the palm of
your hand
being slowly
released
and carried
once more
by the breath
of the
wind.
-Tyler Knott Gregson-
Tyler Knott: Memory Dreams
I fell asleep
last night and
instead of a dream
I had a memory.
A memory of
us.
Every shift
of every fabric,
every breath
and word we said,
every different touch
or
the way your eyes
through your hair
that was dangling
onto my face
were locked
to my eyes;
every single
thing
in exact detail.
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