I dreamt of you
you beneath a shroud
thin and white and still
my knees cracked
against the floor
as dread congealed and
dropped within my chest
I swept my arm
across your neck
buried my face
in the cold
and all at once I saw you
in the dark, asleep
my tiny hand upon your breast
the deep thump of life
under your skin
and by that pulse
the imminence of death arose
sometimes the smallest
minds understand the most
when I awoke
It was only you I wrote
Please be in my life
And in reply
A cold and still
No.
December 5, 2022