i had a dream that you broke my heart and when you moved away i burned all your tee shirts in the bin behind the house where we used to live when you were here before you became a foreigner again and gave up your right to live and work in a country neither one of us believe in and when i woke up and you were still there i thought it couldn't be real and the house smelled of coffee and you moaned the same way you do every morning and i thought about dog walks and adoption and the way we're becoming strangers to each other how tangible the way we canvas these muddy moments between love and hate when the wind howls madness against the house and the neighbors car gets stolen in broad daylight and the whole world feels like crawling into your warm waking mouth and then you were there moaning it real and i woke