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and you came to me in a dream like a warning

your voice a static I couldn’t translate

a pale sky draped over bare branches

and in it I saw your face

the wrinkles of your forehead

the urgency in your eyes

your tears became a gentle rain

I dialed your number but it never rang

I heard only the silence of your absence

and when I woke from the nightmare

the wind spoke like you

through the window it whispered my name