strange time in my life

When you lied next to me in my bed I dreamt
of moving a children's game
piece by piece
off a strangers chest of drawers
onto their bed.

You said you had had bad dreams too.
I dreamt about you the night after
when I was alone in my bed
(which is really just a mattress on the floor)
and woke up alone and confused that you weren't there.

I made coffee and sat down.
Mixed oats and oat milk and jam
and called it breakfast.
I wrote a list of things to do
and slowly crossed them off.

I don't know what is going to happen
in five or ten or twenty weeks,
but neither do you, and that will do.
We'll both have bad dreams and good dreams.
Maybe I'll get a chest of drawers
and move my belongings off it
and onto a bed.
Maybe one morning I'll mix oats and oat milk and jam
and you'll call it breakfast.
Maybe one day you'll say what you mean
and I'll say what I mean
and all the bad dreams
and all of the good dreams