Bed Pillows

Am I the last thought
to cross your mind
at night, and the first
to pour through your
eyes in morning?
And what do I do to you
in dreams, asleep and
waking? Where the roof
of the house is ours,
though not containing
to hold the boards
of the floors we walk on
that creak and ache,
full of the dreams
that run off of our
bed pillows.
So yes, I am listening,
beside you, waiting
for you to tell me, how it is
we got so lost.  

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