i had a dream about you

found me on the bathroom floor in the dark, where the details don't matter. but during the day, it seems so absurd, doesn't it? even though my best memories are cool and sterile, stippled, well-loved linoleum against my cheek and you, pulled up to my back,
my ribs, 
my shoulderblades.

kind of describes things now, doesn't it?
at the time, in the dark and secret spaces of our lives, the low spot where we collect each other -- things are fine. things are great.

but once the daylight creeps in, it's over.
once the daylight creeps in, you can see how different we are, forgetting the more important moments that we found each other 
to be the exact same where it mattered.