When you dream of dead relatives
Or dead former relatives
To be accurate
They both seem so
Young
And vibrant
And happy
That’s it’s not until later
When you’re recalling the details
(Her curls were softer, the way she stood up so straight)
That you even remember
They’re dead at all.
Even in your dream, though
They aren’t looking for you;
They wandered into your office seeking out a co-worker,
Someone they never knew.
I can’t help but wonder
What they meant to relay.
by Julie Blue 