as dreams
t r i p
over consciousness
so does my mind
trip over you
and in waking I
can hardly
remember
anything but the lingering
fade of
your soul
sitting with me
as if
r e a c h i n g
back through
the years,
the same and yet
not the same
bittersweet friend
once so
much more
and I can’t
help it–
I miss you.