Twice, now.

He is present in my dreams, still as his role.
Watching, but not always. Reminding, even when quiet.
I wonder what he wants.
I wonder what I want.

Perhaps I dream of him because I long for a witness.
To be seen so fiercely, to feel so safely—
For only one hour a week, paid.

Perhaps, what I want is just that:
A dream.