napowrimo: dreaming (day 18)

i dreamt of you again;
this time in parts,
your voice was a harp
trapped in amber,
you were sleeping on top
of storm clouds that
leaked all y/our
memories.

torrential downpour,
i came to learn more of you;
the history of you,
the parts of you that
you keep under lock-and-key,
embarrassing memories of
your childhood, the stuff you
thought makes you mundane
but i think paints you in the
prettiest light.

the lights flash.
mourning light pours through
the window indiscriminately,
flooding my bedroom.

with a head still anchored
to the pillow, weighed down
by your memories;

i do not dare wake.

visual: https://imgur.com/NmxexPq