Strange how the dream comforts

You still show up in my dreams

I saw the paper with your name on it and the day’s date

Evidence, you’ve been sneaking back into my house

And you nearly got away again

But I ran outside and caught you

Holding the jacket fibers, pulling you close

Head on your shoulder, tears on your shoulder

Your hand on my head, whispering

“Don’t cry, don’t cry. I’m fine.”

Strange how the dream comforts

I wake feeling gentle, relieved

Signs of your visit linger on my cheeks

And in the corners of my eyes