A Suit

I hear you making sounds downstairs, a cough, dropping something

Our sons voice.

You came to me in a dream, baby. Thank you.

I wish I could pull you in and hold you anytime.

Hold you again. 

See if you have gained weight now.

There is no one to touch in bed now. 

You were dressed in a suit in the dream, weird, I thought to myself, and 

"He is back from the dead." 

But it was all in my head. 






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