81. Falling asleep

I find myself

bouncing

back and forth

from my desk

to the piano

then rolling 

on the rug

up to the couch

to finally stop

as my eyes

are fixated

on a meaningless

doodle 

on the whiteboard

just to be 

shaken

by the roar

of a passing car

and that 

unrelated

series 

of events

suddenly 

brings

your image

back to me

intact

and so clear

smiling

at my 

astonishment

and shortness

of breath

you could come 

to me one hundred

thousand times

and every time

I would 

still feel the same

and just like that

in any other

existence

I would recognize 

it's you

from stardust

to soul 

to flesh and skin

until we're

back being

stardust 

again

I understand

you had

no other choice

but to vanish

like you did

the circumstances

are irrelevant

as long as

you can feel me

for this 

is the only way

I can tell you 

that I'm always

carrying you 

with me