A Nighttime Visit

Jason drinking coffee

Jason has been in my dreams
the last few nights.
They've been pleasant bits
of meals shared and
time spent together.
It's been many weeks
since he's ventured into
the dreamscape of my mind.
The difference now -
I awaken and enjoy
the beauty of the dream.
The grief stays way
in the background
like a soft cloud on
a summer afternoon.
Tom and I share stories
about funny things
Jason might say or do,
with only the slightest tinge
of the grief that once
seemed to engulf me.
I don't know if this is permanent
or a temporary passing.
But for now,
I'll take the change.

Image credit: Amber Clark

Tags: 
Poetry
Grief

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