Trove

I found a box full of my writings today, cleaning out the garage. I have to say, not much of it is very good, but they do give me a sense of how my outlook has changed over time, and triggered memories that hadn't surfaced in a long while.


Sleeping with Phantoms

All too often
you lie next to me
stealing my covers
and sighing
touching my sides
which you know tickle easily
then I reach around your waist
and you're no longer there.

The morning sun
insists I've been dreaming.
I know that
you were here.

(c) B. Vincent Hernandez
August 1991