Visitation

'Don't leave me alone!'

I cry in my head to his gone spirit,

then correct myself: 'I know

you must do what you must'.

Later I lie down

for an afternoon nap.

In the trance between waking and sleeping, 

I see him suddenly, through my closed lids. 

He is sitting in the new armchair 

in the new sunroom I've made 

from his old office. 

He looks up over the pages he's reading, 

and meets my eyes. The usual smile.

He looks at ease. I'm glad 

he likes what I've done with the room.

I don't immediately register

that he's dressed all in shining white,

and his skin, too — radiant white.


Submitted for Poets United's Verse First prompt: the long and short of it 
(to say what one has to say as quickly and simply possible).