Pocketbook Memories Poem by Maya Hanson

strange things happen
when sleep doesn't.

sometimes
you happen to me.

sometimes
I live in the space in my mind
with your name on it
longer than I should,
shorter than I want to.

sometimes
I wake up to find pocketbook memories
sleeping next to me
from moments that still sound like dreaming,
from lips that have left
but I feel them every time I'm alone.

strange things happen
when I keep choosing you
at any minute,
in different ways,
I know them when the sun is awake
or I slip into them as I fall asleep
or I remember them as soon as I open my eyes.