FebPoWriMo 25

The dead only visit us 
When it is absolutely necessary 

Last night as I slept 
We embraced 

I was surprised at the ordinary 
Of it all 

And I asked because I wanted to know 
If you were okay 

My consciousness did not hear 
Your answer 

Only waking to remember 
You are dead 

But while I was asleep 
I was with you 

And you were standing there  
Like you always do 

When you come to visit 
Waiting for me to wake up