Dreaming

When they say this is the new norm
I don't really understand
it still just feels like he is away
but will come home soon
sitting on the couch
my urge is to reach for his hand
instead Indigo sneaks up like a sniper
finding her way into my lap
Moses follows me to my side of the bed
where I cannot help the tears
that come
he quietly puts his head in my lap
I touch Rick's box of ashes like a talisman
light sage and blow it gently for both of us
say my nightly prayers
whispering like my mom used to do
sweet dreams, I will see you in the morning