This post is part of a series called 100 Days of Poetry.

I always wake up hungry after a nap
This one we were 100 stories up on the
edge of danger putting something
together and you helped me.

You’re always there, in every dream.
Sometimes I touch you and it feels like
finally coming home.

It’s haunting, these dreams. That you
never leave me. Or get mad. That you’re
always waiting and wanting and safe.

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