Every stone was in the right
place and all the eaves were
angled dead square against
the stars. I almost missed
the lantern flicker from
the back door that claimed
your presence. Forgive me.
You looked as you always had,
except your hair was tangled,
brown and roughly cut. I meant
to help you comb it smooth
but had another dream to get to
and too much grief already.
I’m sorry.
