SLECHTHART
last night I had a dream about you
It was hazy, shifting—more a feeling than a memory. Shapes without edges, words without sound. You were there, or maybe just the idea of you. A presence lingering in the spaces between sleep and waking.
I can’t remember what was said, or if anything was. Only that for a moment, something familiar reached through the dark. And then morning came, and it was gone.
