He wasn’t invited.
He certainly did not tell me he was coming.
So why did I find myself opening up the door and asking him in?
He sat down, perched on the arm of the sofa.
Had he ever been gone?
He looked around
Clasping his favorite cushion relentlessly to his chest
Just as before.
The years; where had they gone?
I stood silent, waiting,
Noticing a subtle darkness.
Would he ever speak,
Tell me why he went?
Explain the utter heart ache?
I saw a translucency;
Bone china held to a window.
My hand reached out
Yet he stared, just stared out of deep soulless eyes.
He did not see me.
I knew he walked in dreams

Janis December 2010