I don’t do dreams
Life doesn’t happen like that
.
So I wrote a poem
About you making a snow angel
Drew a picture
Sent them to you
In the mountains
By text
.
By return
You sent a photograph
Of the snow angel
You had impressed
Upon the latest fall
Moments before
.
Coincidentally
.
This morning I span into a second sleep
And dreamt
Of you living with your friend
In her apartment
.
You messaged me as I woke
And then we spoke
As you carried what you could
Of the non-essential things
To that very flat
.
Coincidentally
.
I don’t do dreams
Life doesn’t happen like that
~
CLP 21/12/2020
