a daydream

i’m dreaming a daydream this summer night in june

of a sacred ceremony beneath the moon

we jump over a broom  we laugh, we share

stars are angled here and there 

sable skies are everywhere

we cradle smiles on family’s faces

dance to hearts’ beat, gather friends’ embraces

at home, our bodies, paradise––we meld

i feel the depth of your love unfurl

and even though it’s only a dream

you longed to make it reality

my mind’s of surmise, eyes two full wells

as i contemplate our parallels

now how can a daydream do all that to me?

when so long ago you left me free?

since the occasion can’t truly be

i’ll settle for the fantasy

of feeling your love surrounding me.

?

lovers think it may be fate

some say synchronicity

others call it coincidence

maybe it’s telepathy ––

these constant reminders of you

3 a.m. i awake with you

on my mind first time in years

i search engine your name 

obit states you passed away–– accra

6 thousand miles from africa

a license plate bears accra.

after we were through thought i

disposed of the photos of you

1 day see the 1 you took for me.

lately when i awake, the clock

shows in ratio the date

i learned you’re now late.

i pass a street sign, first time,

on it, your last name, which wanted for me

grand as a celeb’s on a marquee.

i check the temp by weather app

my city, yours too–– 73 here

as was there where you died,

and together our skies cried.

1 morning i awake, same time

you used to call “rise early

and strike oil” said the quote of the day

you earned your living that way.

your belated birthday friday,

the weekday we first met, my flow

10 days delayed, decides to show.

so…do these kinds of incidents

qualify as coincidence?

signal synchronicity?

or equal telepathy?

or if this is or isn’t fate

does any of it negate

that memories of you’ve now commenced

to be my past in present tense?