Rest in Peace

I guard my heart from missing you

because it gets worn from the breaking,

over and over

the cracks exposed

to the open air.

I dreamt of you in the early morning hours.

I woke several times

yet forced myself to slumber again

till the late hours of day

but you were gone.

I woke and went about my day

it hit me like a slow wave,

the memory of this faded dream

of your easy movements,

your deep laugh,

your quiet smile,

the overwhelming stillness it gave my soul,

profound peace

Yet now, in this strange new reality

it feels more

like a bleeding wound

and I scold myself

for allowing my heart to break

once again.

What were you trying to tell me?

If you rest in peace why can’t I?

Photo by Ashkan Forouzani