dream in which
you livie and i
are in the windy backyard

and when i see your face
the scar on your forehead
i am immediately scared
of forgetting it

i always wake up too soon
try to wrestle myself back
to you

sometimes when i am still
i can still hear your hum
from the kitchen on sunday mornings

as though you are still in the old house
making coffee and bacon before livie and i wake up

thinking that today when we wake
we will all go out
and feel the wind