September 14, 2015


When I sleep,
I am with those
who once were
here with me,
who wait with
infinite patience,
witness our comings
and goings,
filled with both
amusement and despair.
For they know
what awaits
when we join them,
the cold pillow
we will share,
waiting for others
to follow,
until we can
all move on together,
each one in our cohort
finally ready,
to make the long journey
back, to where we were