I used to dream about
A partner messing up
Crawling back
As a sign of their love.
Of toxic, bold, fire
And grand gestures
From a liar.
But I don’t have those dreams anymore.
My dreams are far quieter.
I dream of warmth and kindness
And a home –
I don’t need anger,
or struggles, or fire.
Love is an unlit pyre.
Dayna Lang 