But you said

It was not your ghost, of course not,
you have not passed.
But the thought of you, the spirit of you,
the word you had given to be here.

From the empty bed, pillow unpressed,
to the empty cup, no coffee in the kitchen air,
the space where you should have been,
the emptiness of your promise is my companion.

I dreamt we were asleep together

I dreamt of you last night. Perhaps
that is too much inappropriate
information

but I did. The fact is there.
I dreamt of you
and promised you a story
in my dream.

I dreamt we were asleep together
and in my dream
I dreamt of you. I dreamt
a story
that held us together until
the very end.

Its narrative was loose and
shaky and there were
many
twists and turns
that I could not quite follow
and cannot now recall.

But the dream was a story
and the story a dream
and we were together
and that is the end.

against the flow

the only person on the riverbank walking away from town
the only person with no dog or a rugby scarf
he holds his shopping bag tight and swinging slightly
See? I have a right to exist. I have every right to be here.