Poem for a dead poet

Sometimes, I think of you and your mother crying at your funeral.

She said the police told her you dozed off and never woke up.

This gave her solace, because it would have pained her to know

You laid awake all night crying for her to come save you.

Last night, I woke up in the middle of the night you were crying for your mother.

I couldn’t find a way back into my dream to save you.

You died alone, again…in a ditch beside the road that leads home

And I can’t get the sound of your crying out of my head.

2-15-25