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