white sheets

i only want a glimpse of you to fade back to
small moments, modest for me to stake claim to
i've read and re read their memories
but i don't own any of them, they aren't mine
i just need this something, anything
if only the smallest flash to grasp
to clutch on to and hold so tight
when it's so still, when it's real quiet
in the farthest most tragic depths of night