Momento.

Last night I dreamt
That I had been loved –
Not by one,
But by two.
I felt the golden
Light of love,
Like the everburning
Sun,
Illuminate me from within;
As in this lifetime
I’d always hoped to find.
And an old friend,
Long lost to this
Cold marble plane,
Guiding me to the two:
One tall and blond
And somber as a gentle
Watchful ash;
One short and Asian and
Full of bubbles and light-stuff.
I walked with my pair
And felt no pull
Of jealousy, or doubt, or
The resentment which builds with
Each budding betrayal.
We three were purposed,
And hopeful, and comfortable,
Like a favorite sweater.
It was move-out day
And I was leaving rehab,
And the world was
Available fully to us,
And I had a dreamy knowing
That this was but a beginning.
I awoke from this
Future foretelling, alone,
My body returning to its
Sinus-clogged mortal springtime
State of planning my daily
To-do’s;
But a stray thread from
That dimension of dreaminess
Lured my wandering attention
To linger over
That feeling of possibility
Once more, like a lover
May linger over a
Momento.

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