You came again, in dreams,
No sense of time or propriety.
These years, they fall between,
And some are crouched inside of me.
You speak to me in tones
Of intimacy, filial familiarity.
In visions you are home,
My singular expression of family.
We walk the sandy banks
Open speech, laughter free,
No unknowns, and this outranks
The gaps in our proximity.
We stay so close. I do not run
Or hide what I feared you might see.
Our reunion cannot be outdone
By any other urgency.
I bask in you, your strength,
And need no other society
Than your eyes devouring mine at length,
Sparkling with jocularity.
I try to stare, eyes open wide.
You’re washed out with a wave of anxiety.
Pain recedes into the great divide
That drowns our commonalities.
We are one with our formalities,
But your visits are more cruel than silence.
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