I’ve been dreaming about my mum and my sister April lately. It wakes me up at night. Tonight I dreamed I was having coffee with them.

I had to poem about it before I forgot. I feel like a sailor stranded on am island in the middle of the ocean sending messages in  bottles to departed loved ones waiting for them to respond in dreams.

Is this what grief looks like? Do I have a lifetime of this ahead of me? How does one bear it?

They never speak in my dreams.