Dreams

Sleep comes sweetly, but incessant
dreams leave me restless. I've grown
weary of the flashbacks, visions of the
passed past cuddle up to me in my
slumber, then strangle my neck.  
 
After nearly two years, I still have the
urge to call, check up. Did the  
wedding fall through? Did he mess  
up? Am I not the only man you set  
up to be made into a monster then  
forcibly bled out into a measuring
cup?
 
I mean, sure, I rebounded too. But
engaged half a year after the break-
up astounded me too much for
tears. I was done with you, put the
letters you wrote me away and the
bottle of perfume you left me so I'd
never forget the smell of you. Well, I
have. That's certainty talking, not the  
bitterness and jealousy I once had. But
goddammit, give me my dreams back.