Fell asleep to dream,
to meet subconsciously.
You were "absentee."
As were all my teeth.
Do you know what that means?
River without flow.
Boat without its oars.
Wind without its blow.
Where'd you go?
Thought deep might have deeper means.
So I kneeled down to see.
As strange as it may seem,
you were the water's sheen.
I guess that's what I get.
Not you, but what I am.
The bittersweet result of all things supernatural.