in my dreams

I guess we can walk through walls and into minds from time to time. To hear it said from a spirit and ancestor, nothing is a mistake, and maybe this is subconscious, or maybe it’s just you walking into my mind, dancing in the vulnerable spaces of my sleep. Maybe you still feel as if I should apologize, waiting for me to share everything without boundary. Twin of mine, killing me dead. I gave what you left here back, that part of you fragmented into the depths of…