Sometimes it is enough

Sometimes I sleep with you 

in my dreams. 

On my darkest nights 

you hold me in your arms

and we close our eyes

and it is enough.

As the years have rolled by

I have gained regrets 

at the cost of my pride

but somehow mistakes

have not been levied against

the comfort of souvenirs.

When the air is sweet,

and tinged with longing,

memories bundle themselves

at the edge of my bed-

between the sheets.

Sometimes,

I can even hear them breathing.

Sometimes I sleep with you, 

in my dreams.

On my darkest nights,

you hold me in your arms

and we close our eyes

and it is enough.