I thought of you.
I was alive,
uncomfortably laying between the arms of
a waiting room style chair;
knees up,
head tilted back.
Now, I don't remember what day or week it was
or if you were real
or if you were something my mind conjured up.
Either way,
the hard times were hitting me again
and there I found you
always trying to cheer me up
in the most inappropriate ways.
Just taking in the hospital air
my mouth sat ajar while sleeping,
and there you came.
You planted one right on my lips.
Your stubble scratched my skin,
I'll admit,
I was shocked,
a different kind of breathtaking
experience came over me.
I belted out in laughter,
then suddenly
I found myself smiling.
You made me do that a time or two.
I fear reality may have been more harsh to you
than it ever was to me
but I wish I could find you here.
I can almost remember your face,
I want to let you know
that you've passed my mind enough.
