A full moon ago,
my mind took me back
to the one-story
rented house
I used to live in

I sat in the living room
on the old purple couch,
sinking into its embrace
when the doorbell rang

On the brick porch
I used to stand on at night,
staring at the empty street,
there you were;
fire shining in your eyes,
your veins pulsing with tension

Then you barged in
as if it was your right
You ranted to me
about your frustrations
as if you’ve always done this

I know I am not
someone you view
as a confidant,
and even in my dream
I was perplexed

But you looked at me-
really looked at me-
with such gratitude
that I felt important
to you

So I sat at the base
of the purple wool couch,
and you leaned into me
like I was the only thing
holding you up

And I fell
back into consciousness,
startled by surging emotion
when you touched my wrist
and you said
thank you