Unusual weekend

Today,

I dreamed of

wine distribution channels

and

dusty library pages

in my dream

Texted my best friend

far away,

while scrubbing dishes.

just enough

to steal back time

from chores.

I retold the week

while my mum’s voice cracked

on the line.

Her aunt was gone.

But I couldn’t tell

was it mourning

or the ache of being

unable to go?

Left friendship texts

To  old friends

wedging

in their crowded lives

of our 30s

while a song played,

I found myself

reliving the boy I love

still trying

to live

Found myself again

in those quiet,

foolish spaces

where fragments of waiting lives

Then I showered.

Ate.

Read.