A thousand days

without you,

a thousand nights.

Your face and form

run through

fragments of my dreams,

only to wake to find

you’re not beside me.

By all accounts,

I’m doing well.

Riding under the canopy

of the tree-lined path

you knew I loved so well,

I looked for the pair—

the pair that made me smile

and think of us

together forever—

and found only one.

I send my heartfelt love and condolences

to the one last standing,

the one last gliding

across the shimmering lake.

We are kindred spirits,

in love forever.

I wonder:

Do swans dream?