I dreamed
your face, the face I’ve
Wanted to
see alive and laughing.
I helped
crease the lines of smiles
Around your
eyes and felt your cool
Cheek
against my own. To see
The blue of
your eyes I’ve found in no
One elses,
to be under the gaze
That knew my
ways and found good
In so many
things. And in me. So there
You stood,
in my garden, in my dream,
Pale and
straight, draped
With all my remembrances.
Overseeing
and stern,
“Move the
statice,” is all you said.
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