when
you come into my dreams
not often, but sometimes
you are there
and I wonder
why
after all the years
and the passage
of more than time
what
do you have to do with me
or I with you
how
can I have any feelings
left to feel
or even any
memories worth keeping
because
you deftly destroyed them all
every single bit of goodness
obliterated in the wake
of your willful destruction
maybe
you are one of life’s mysteries
that I will never solve
or
one of life’s signposts
do not go this way
and
you show up
every now and then
to remind me of that