September 11, 2015

Visitation


When I saw you
one last time,
the room became
suddenly quiet,
as I tried on
your absence,
like a new,
ill-fitting garment,
I would wear
anyway.
Over time,
you came to me
in my dreams,
whispering my name
in the darkness,
asking when
I could be ready
to follow,
saying you
would always be waiting,
everything
still the same.