I dreamt about you last night.
But as with dreams that one might
remember and one might forget,
it disappeared once I let the light
into my open eyes.
But if there is one thing I recall,
it is that after all the rise and fall
of imagined stars over the weekend,
I am confident that you are well.
I hope this were entirely true.
I did not wear the black today not
because I have nothing more to say.
It is simply because the Sun
wasn't strong enough yesterday
that my garments did not dry—
—in time for this morning
so that I can go on delivering
the message from two Fridays past.
I have not faltered.
I will last.