Then in a dream
She called my name,
“What, what do
You need,”
I asked?
She sighed,
“Just to be
Sure you were
Still here.”
She went back
To sleep or I did.
Where else would I be?
Everything is here,
Or at least it was.
I crack a window,
Look out
At the lightening
Sky. A mourning
Dove cries.
Thinking about
It, so do I.
No comments:
Post a Comment