23-Visiting

I have seen her
one hundred times
since she died
in crowds
and corners
when I least expect
and last night
in a dream again
looking
fabulous
and forgiving
all my tears
waited
until I was done
so we could
step into the space
of time allotted
that glorious
dreamspace
where everything is
as it was
and we do
as we used to do
for hours unending
until I wake
no longer
feeling
quite as alone.

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Poem ©2025 Jen Payne. NaPoWriMo, National Poetry Writing Month. If you like this poem, you can read similar in my books and zines, available from Three Chairs Publishing on my ETSY SHOP. They come autographed, with gratitude and a small gift.