Loose Connections

I am in this place and you are in that. The living visit the dead but the dead move among us looking for where we were. Only occasionally do our time lines connect, and only if you count disconnection as a sign of previous contact. My dead dog still sticks her wet nose in my ear when I, in my troubled sleep visit her, but she is not there. she is off tracking a ghost twenty years before. Same goes for a Siamese cat and a Malay girl. There was a loving place once. The cat now hunts small lizards in a land we have named ‘yesterday’, the girl has long ceased planting flowers on a graveyard of hope. Today I am on the doorstep of of a Thai restaurant - I think I once lived in Thailand, but it could have been this other person, a younger man who walked through time as if invulnerable. I enter, order a meal in a language I thought I had used up and put away. Now I visit the words again, yet even words forget how I once spoke.