Phantasmagoria

I dreamed that I left you waiting by my
whiskey-kissed glass,
its bitter tears condensing onto the cracking windowsill.

You heard my feet alight against the ground
while I ran through
thistle grass and verbena.
They kept the time of your slow and patient heartbeat.
Along the way

I discovered a continent
I discovered an ocean
I discovered you organically twisted into all of these things.

And against a stone wall
that marches through a hayfield,
I read your secret letters
stuck between the rocks. Before I could breathe they
took flight like a cloud of birds

And you took my heart with them.