last night i dreamt i was saving your life again
you were choking on a piece of something,
maybe a root vegetable,
i leapt up like a jack-in-the-box
to free your airway of it’s obstruction
i saw your rosy cheeks wither
then it all cut black
i have dreamt of you in distress nine times now
and every time i awake before i can save you
i don't get the satisfaction of being your hero
or the the solace of watching you die
damn these unfinished dreams