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.