oceano mare#1

at night i miss you more.

at night there are some nights i miss you more than others.

moments, really. when i wake up. a nightmare, a dream, my room too hot. when i find the pig i share the bed with and speak to him and the language is you.

not often.

just at night.

half conscius, in the dark, I speak you. like if you were my language, like a way to call you.

wrong - i do call you.

you can't see the words in the dark.

if you don't show up, something else will. a pig, a dream, the morning.

but if it was you,

i'd like it more.

(please?)