Rain Wounds

 

I dreamed about you last night

your hair was long, again, 

like when we first met.

Your lips and eyes wavered

so luscious, even now, so clear

liquid ice

and in my dream

we spoke

you told me your pain

you told me many things

and even in my mind

even in my dreams

I knew better than to believe you.

But the ache returned

the old war wounds

I put my hand on it and remembered

the moments of very good

the seasons of battles

the months of struggle

I woke to rain

not the misting kind we first kissed in

but a pelting gravity

the kind that drives out doubt.

And I know, just as I did in my dream

that you used to be real 

but now - as we are - 

we do not exist.