In a small white box

In a small white box,
inside blue envelopes
that are never opened,
he keeps his memories.

On his table burns a yellow candle,
and in his hand is a black pen,
with which he writes a name
over and over.

He never sleeps
when everyone else sleeps,
although the fear of nightmares
is long gone.

He doesn't dream at all anymore
because all his actions have purpose

and he does not wish for things
he cannot have.

When he wakes up
he's happy.