Friday, March 8, 2013

Two nights ago I dreamt you were a boy again
and showed to me a wound was on your foot.
We both bent down,
I doctored it, your small pain.
We saw that it would heal.
It may be in dreams you come to me as child
because I cannot face
the whole loss of you, the loss of whole you.

I go for walks alone
remembering your nearness in the dream
and weep in snow.

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