Last night,
before sleep,
your picture glowed
on my little screen.

You were out with friends
at a concert,
smiling, laughing
and dancing.

Later on,
the pangs I felt
when I saw your face
became a dream gateway
back into your world.

We stood there
listening to the music,
smiling and laughing together
as we did many years before.

Then I put my arm around you
and you pulled away.

You can’t do that,
you said.

It’s true.
I can’t.