Delirium
I sleep
But not peacefully.
In the middle of a fever dream
They came, loved ones,
Long gone from life,
To visit me.
The sensation of holding them in my arms
Is at once familiar and sweet.
So real and unmistakeable.
I woke abruptly
Searching for their forms.
My disappointment is so overwhelming
That I cannot stop
The tears from falling down my face.
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Absences
PoetryThis is a collection of poems about losing people. They were written sporadically in the past few years. I welcome any feedback you may have.
