In dreams they come
slowly, one by one,
the dead, my loved ones
they talk, share
and give company
to my loneliness,
the feeling of their
permanent absence
I lose them in dreams,
I sense their presence
after I get up and
get ready and go on to
the road, the other man
who is crossing the road
alone does not seem
to have dreams it seems,
like me, I wonder
