Suddenly occurred the thought
that you were gone.
Then I died.

Then I awoke, suddenly.
Under tables I looked for you,
under cushions blankets sheets;
compressing my eyes
to force your image into mind;
behind closed doors hearing
your supernormal voice;
holding my breath
to attend to susurations
too familiar to bear.

Vegetating.
Wandering.
Remembering innumerable
instances of loving you.

Dying again.