dennis
now you’re in my dreams
I can’t ask how’s
your family
you don’t know
can’t ask
how you’ve been
you haven’t – been
not in any way
I can know
but there you are
in that place
I have no control
the way you were
I can’t tell you
you haven’t changed
can’t see you
that final day
can’t know the fear
your agony
how it felt
what it means
to die
can’t ask about
the thirty years
we missed
or the last ten
that will never be
for you
maybe
I’ll see you
in my dreams
I’ll ask
how you’ve been