Since they’ve left

the only place we can meet

is in the dream.

They wait for us every day

with clothes cleaned

and beards shaven

as is fitting for dates.

They reproach our eyes

if they don’t shut quickly

and it grieves them if they touch daybreak in those eyes.

They want us to stay here

because they are bored

While we use important things as an excuse

to leave them so we can return to our lives

where all we can do is wait for them again. 

Is it us who wakes to catch them up?

Or is it them who falls asleep to join us?

We all are absent

from them

and from ourselves.

We’re just lacking a death to reunite the family.