It's been awhile.  Awhile since you slipped into my slumber.  But last night you came.  And instead of choking on tears and fears it was nice.  Neutral.  Natural.  You were just a person.  A person with a tiny bit of me lodged in your heart.  I know because you wrote me a letter.  A long, incoherent jumble of prose. And I read it.  Thinking, "how lovely".  And I felt no pain.  And I shed no tears.  And when I woke I didn't fight to fall back asleep, back to you.  I rose with the sun and the slightest urge to write.  Faint as it was I've kept it all day.  Lodged in my heart, next to the tiniest sliver of you.