Christmas 2015
I dreamed you were in our bedroom, (two weeks after you died)
sitting on the edge of the
faded winter quilt,
your index finger pointing at me,
your t shirt that said "Dipsea,'
reminding me how you loved that uphill Marin marathon run,
and then you screamed
"Don't look back!" loud,
making sure I heard you,
in the pre dawn hours,
knowing I was in fetal position,
hugging the edge of the mattress like it was my first teddy bear,
you gone.
And then
LOVE shook me into
Christmas 2015
and fed me a nibble,
a quiver of the moment,
shrouded in a brief flash of knowing that I hadn't died.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2018
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