A man I loved once loved me but
lost touch with reality and couldn’t love me anymore.
He was in my dream last night. We sat on a train and I felt so happy but
my hand was wrapped up tightly in a piece of string.
It dug into my skin. It hurt. It was hindering my abilities.
He took the string between his pointer finger and thumb
carefully unwinding around and around until
finally
the terrorist thread
let go
leaving behind
just a pink memory
a blameless indentation.
It took a long time to unravel but
we were still there
sitting on the train.
He held my hand.