Monday, April 20, 2020

#20. Last Night

I had an awful dream.
I'm in our house,
in our bed,
alone.
You've disappeared
and I'm afraid
you'll never come back.
Then I wake and remember,
no matter where we are,
we will always find each other,
in this life, in the next life
and the one after that.


NOTES:
For Tom, 49 years on May 1.

2 comments:

Elizabeth said...

Marianne, what a wonderfully rich way to make note of a love that is lasting.

flaubert said...

So, beautiful, Marianne.

Love,
Pammy