JUDITH AND YOU AND A MORNING MIST.

The morning mist that hung over the pond (or your lake as Judith called it) had moved away by the time she came and stood next to you wrapped up in her Sunday best waiting until the time for the bus to take you both to sing in the church her breath flowing out on the air like cigarette smoke her eyes focused on the skin of the still water I dreamt of you last night she said you and I were snuggled

together in my bed having made love you watched a magpie take flight over the water nice wish I could have been there in person you said more breath left her lips and rose upwards maybe next time you can she said turning her head spreading her lips into a smile just be my luck your mother will invade the dream and catch us you said

yes Judith said that would spoil the dream some what there was a mist over the pond earlier you said it looked beautiful she turned and stared over the water I missed that as you missed making love to me in my dream she whispered drawing closer her hands taking hold of yours what did you dream about? she asked an empty bed

and cold sheets and a space where you should have been you said she smiled and said I couldnt be in both beds at once could I? once more there was the rising of her breath you couldnt tell her youd seen an image of her death.