I spoke to you in my dreams last night, over coffee in the cafe we visited twice in your hometown and it was full of laughter and light.
Those were the days, where we would get lost in the words exchanged swirling through the air dancing with the steam of the drinks we leave to run cold.
You don’t leave me there like you did in the waking world, that’s how I know sat in that cafe it’s a dream and I do my best to stay there for as long as I can because I don’t know when you’ll haunt my dreams again and I just want to savour your voice, your smile, the way you say my name.
Now I’m awake, calling your name into a void that will never answer.

















