singing with ghosts
Not suprised to see you, I don’t ask about your death, the pain that lead to it, or try to tell you of all that’s happened since.
We just get on with the business of being together, as we used to. Only now, I am comforted by your criticisms. Just being with you is so precious. My dreams feel more real than when I try to find you with my wakeful thoughts. Sometimes I can cunjor you up with a song in the car, smiling as I hear the poverty of our approximate harmonies
Always missing you
You’re always with me, unacknowledged by others
I like it best when you arrive unexpectedly in my dreams