OFTEN I IMAGINE YOU

Often I imagine you where there is-

no beginning, no middle, no end.

In pain, sorrow and emptiness

I see your face, your wrinkles and toes.

Some mornings I wake up with your voice -

gushing inside my head and

at heart of night, I ask you to speak.

The amount of fear I am ok with is insane,

and if my heart be scarred and burned-

the safer I am as I imagine you.

In days that followed loss and suffering-

there is really nothing to say, pointless are words.

I just sat with your thoughts and-

that is how I sit with you now.

Because there was no other way

to let you know you're on my mind-

Except that, Often I imagine you.