RENDEZ-VOUS

Our worlds

Inhabit the other's

With passion.

They crash themselves

Into each other

Like an idea that chains

The next

Procreating

The dream.

I am sweating!

I am not well!

I am scarred!

I am awakening!

The mirror looks

At me

Searching.

Your face

Is still there

Covering my own.

I don't want to lose it!

I don't want to forget it!

I don't want to erase it!

I don't want to own it!

Who am I?

I am afraid

To go back to sleep,

But I am so tired…

So tired…