Vague memories of the beach,
meetings there, and kissing.
Of anger, and a distraught mother –
A tower block, and explosions
of anger – reconfigured dreams.
Race turned around and installed
again, to delete itself by mirror.
Then, somehow, I thought you dead.
A misread quote when I was 10
on the back of your book. Gaiman
I think it was. I lost you, then.
Something went out of my world.
Now, after seventeen years, I see
you linked in a tweet. No…
publishers would never steal your voice.
It was you. You were back. I saw
frost in shadows from the sun outside,
and around, the fire of the grass.
I’m not one to talk to authors
So I cried out of guilt and happiness
And now I’ll get the board back out
to play the game we know no one wins
again. Old mistakes gift us miracles
Or at least a chance to reverse them.