By the time I realized
I was dreaming of him,
it was too late.
Already, the dream
was vanishing like night,
like dew.
For an hour I lay there,
eyes closed, grasping
at glimpses. Losing them.
All I was left with:
He was happy.
So was I.
Finally, I opened my eyes
to this world where
he is not. And yet.
The sun was here warming
the bed. More truly, the sun
was not physically here.
The sun is somewhere
far, far, far away,
but that doesn’t stop it
from transforming
the whole room.