A DREAM AT NIGHT
September 20, 2008 by archyconcepcion
In broad daylight I dream I
Am with him. At night I dream
he is still at my side. He
carries his kit of colored
threads. I see his image bent
over her bag of silks. He
mends and alters my clothes and
worries for fear I might look
worn and ragged. Dead, he watches
over my life. His constant
memory draws me towards death.
