In dream,
your ghost-self
wandered all forlorn,
your spirit broken,
looking everywhere for me.
I placed my hand
on your head
the way I always did,
spoke gently,
tried to break your
apathy,
your lostness,
uncertain, even,
that I was me.
It broke my heart
to see you
so bereaved and blue,
like you are missing me
as much as I am missing you.
