Summer nights mean sunsets and box fans and thin blue sheets. 

We fell in love in the summer. 

As pretty pigments bloom, my dreams do too. 

I hear you calling my name in the abyss. 

When I’m awake I can’t remember your face. 

I know the color of your eyes,

I can picture your slicked back hair,

But how far down does your nose arch?

In unconsciousness I see it clear as day. 

It sits there waiting, like a bookmark to the greatest love story ever told. 

I wonder if you dream of me. 

As I toss and turn and yearn for a cool spot on my pillow,

I wonder if I’m awake in your dreams. 

Alive, the way you always made me feel. 

Will you ever come back to me? 

Were we nothing more than a chapter to you,

A footnote?

Am I just a supporting role in your thoughts?

If that is true,

Then I will sleep until I slip away into nothing,

For it is my only way to stay with you.