38. black & white
I dreamt of grey wet cobbles on a rainy day
and my dear old dad
in his grey wet mackintosh
holding my hand
as we walk down the street
and I’m a little boy
& in my dream,
my dad is trying to comfort me
saying, don’t be sad,
though he’s been dead
for many years now
and this loss still saddens me
as I sob myself awake,
then, gradually re-awakening,
remember that he’s still here
after all,
alive & well
and it’s only a dream
it’s only a dream
after all.