Poem 20141126

i see her through a sliding glass door
not sure how or why
only i know
in the logic of dreams
and madness
and fiction
that she and i shared a moment
a passion
and that shortly after
she died

but there she is
on the other side of the glass
smiling
happy
alive even though i remember
seeing her buried

i open the door

aren’t you happy? she asks

i came back