I love to sleep —
in my dreams, he is
still alive, still
beside me,
still breathing those
miraculous breaths,
so steady and measured.
Just as he was.
In time, we will all
melt away —
some of us slowly,
others hurtling toward
the unknown.
I find him in a dream, but
before I can beg him
to come back down,
I lose him all over again.
Later in the day, when I'm
eating a bowl of ice cream,
a fly lands on my spoon.
I know that this is his way of saying,
Don't worry about me —
savor what you have
while it's still in front of you.
