why can’t your heart ache like mine?
why can’t my ache be your ache and, combine,
to become a wonderful mirage of ecstasy –
if only for a while, if not only in our dreams.
i allow myself to sit and wonder – if my dreams are like your dreams, or if they ever come close.
or if or if or if…
i’ll fall asleep tonight, excited nonetheless.
because as hard as waking is,
at least i can love a little while in that muddled, beautiful mess
as the ecstasy leads the agony and it all rolls into one.