GRIEF Poem: I had a dream about you the other day, by Nora Bonilla

“Hi precious,” you said,
I held back tears, oceans,
for time was running out.

Just like when you left,
wearing a white shirt
baggy, blue jeans
and a white bandage
wrapped around your arm.

Your smile reached your eyes,
your embrace was warm,
I couldn’t remember the last time
you looked so alive.

We joked and teased,
smiled and cried,
I couldn’t believe
you were right before my eyes

“If you would’ve lived,
how much longer?” I asked,
hoping your passing was
random and not set.

You shook your head
and held my hand,
“It was always
meant to be
this way.”

Anchors weighed
on my chest,
as I felt our time
nearing an end,
I asked,

“How will I know,
when you’re there for
the big moments?”

“I’ll let you know,
I’ll find a way.”
He beamed.

Years have passed,
milestones have gone,
I wondered when, if you’d
come.

Yet, when I heard
our favorite song
At my first job,
before my surgery,
And at my graduation.

I hoped that it was you.