do we yawn in our sleep?
on the day of the crows,
I awake with questions of existence
and why love leaves us sometimes.
red play to deliver this from pages,
with a dash of justice
just to make things interesting.
if you hesitate, dwell for a moment,
longer than that, and forgive me
because it was always you.
I am not asking if you dream of me,
but how often?