I had a feverish night
Sweat soaked sheets
Drifting in and out of dreams
Tormented.
Even though
I was living in a different home on a different street,
And it was sumner
Not the start of spring.
some of the same sequences played out,
Missed calls.
My heart pausing
My words stuck in my throat.
You were dying in my sleep
And I did not know how to change this ending.
I walked along the street in
The scorching sun,
Bobcaygeon playing
From a near by cafe.
And as you were breathing your last breath
I saw your reflection
In a memory,
For a second ,
Looking back at me
Waiting
Waiting for me.
You slipped away.
by J. Hamilton
