I had a headache and felt like crap.
I took a long extended nap.
You know… the way retirees do.
Across the time, planes, and plantations.
My dreams are just fields of explanations.
Show me histories of me, not you.
I don’t ask, I don’t confide.
I bear witness, and there’s a guide.
Let’s me see, then she fades to blue.
I don’t fight. Wouldn’t if I could.
I’m taking notes, I think I should.
I listen well. It’s what I do.
There’s no fear, no missing, no longing.
Just this sense steeped in belonging.
I see my Mom, our daughter, but not you.
They seem to know me. They bear witness.
With no mention for your forgiveness.
Like me, with you, they are through.
I wake up, and the pains are gone.
There’s a light where darkness shone.
And so much more, I never knew.