You were in my house in my dream last night.
Walking in and out as if it were still your right.
And the doors were open to all and sundry,
As you let them peruse my furniture.
Offering various pieces out for the right price.
People were touching the wooden surfaces,
smoothing them down further like hundred-year-old footsteps.
I stood bewildered, gaping like a fish.
Breathless in my own air.
Just swallowing it,
As you informed me where our son would likely be tomorrow.
