her white sheets

in my dream I listened to her walk.
her foot steps sounded like tiny little drums being played by our brothers.
they echoed.
as she got closer we danced like the traffic in the city,
i raised her up like a trophy.
and just like a trophy she caught the rain with her lips.
the little droplets of water poured on us like we were sailors.
our ship about to crash but we could only focus on staying dry.
under an umbrella I held her.
with my finger i wrote all over her body the three words i believed would save her.
i love you.
then she left.
and for the last time i listened to her walk.
her foot steps,
were the tiny little drums, only this time being played by my mothers arms,
much softer now.