i made room
for your dreaming
in me
i let your ghost
invade me in my slumber
i made room
for your thoughts
to reach my heart
as i slept
and upon awakening
always hoping
that tomorrow
you'd remember my name
and all your insecurities
you'd put aside
to call me
so i could hear your voice
like i do
when i'm dreaming of you
but it's only
in the witching hours
that you invade
my space
and i'm reminded
again and again
you are not real
but your ghost
confused
regards me as home
