It Was Not a Dream Part II

It Was Not A Dream Part I https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/ouvand/it_was_not_a_dream_part_i/

I had my first nightmare about you
ten years before we met:
in an alleyway, it was you
who chased me.

By the time I rounded five corners,
I felt my lungs collapsing in on themselves
and I stopped, filled with
relief and grief

and an uneasiness
about what lurked
around the next
corner.

It is that same nausea that creeps
up my esophagus in the middle of the night
when I awake in a cold sweat,
Did I lock the door?

And when you moved here, ten years later
I did, in fact, lock the door just a few minutes
after you placed your last box
on the floor of my tiny apartment.

As if by body memory,
and absent of any thought at all,
my fingers twisted around the deadlock
while you were outside in your irresponsible car.

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