I’ve begun talking to you when you are not there.
In fact, this is just a continuation of the conversation we had
last night in my dreams.
You are so compassionate and careful with me.
You know my heart and value my soul.
I can’t tell you how much that means, how it makes me feel.
We ate some kind of fruit last night, you and I.
Sticky sweet fingers licked by one and then the other.
It was bright and sunny, but not hot. I like that.
Breezes blowing and my hair getting caught in my mouth
as I tried to eat.
We laughed and shook our heads at those who would not
see what you and I see.
How could they stand it? Don’t they feel the empty spots.
I do. I wake and you slip from my mind past my lashes.
There is too much room inside of me when you go.
I’ve finally started napping. I miss you so.