Late

 You visitme in dreams: a sepialandscape, you alwayswalk away, too busywith life’s minutiae. I hesitateto call perhaps yourbread will fail that supplesouffle fall. You’re alwaysin my head, I’ve triedto love again, it’snot the same. You cometo me in dreams, I touchyour face, I’m smilingin my sleep, I even callyour name, but it’s too latetoo dark too faraway for love,to blossom.