Swans & Ducks
{A homage to last night's dream}
You named me by so many metaphors
but still never learned who I am;
I can see the future.

It's all packed into crates and boxes,
the remnants of an aging house.
Locked bureaus left out in the rain,
lamps that won't turn on.

My sisters sorting through mementos,
memories of a twilight grey.
She told me, in the dream, that I would never leave
and I knew she meant I could not be free.

Five years, I said, then we can start again
You held me and I cried
It's easy to love someone when they're going away.