Gabriella Writes

I hold no hope but meeting in my dreams
each night I wish I will you to appear
awake some thoughts too sharp to linger near
in dreams are soft beyond imagining

In life you made your choice it wasn’t me
I’m God and Pharaoh and the Hebrews all
I’ve hardened my own heart against my pain
but in my dreams I walk across the sea

I wonder if I even love you still
some days my mind neglects all thoughts of you
and I should feel unburdening relief
the pinprick memories dulled by space and time

instead I feel a panic raw and deep
for if I’ve stitched the interstitial seams
you’ll have no cracks to crawl through in my sleep

perhaps I only ever loved the dream