oh sweet, tired mister, sleep. i remember you humping your bed, sleeping next to me, running and whining in dreams. will you visit me? how will i sleep, knowing when i wake i'll remember again you're not here, you are asleep. where? is the final sleep like atmosphere, all around us here? is nowhere here? if i sleep i'll be with you, in our unique universe of sleep. 
still, i'll wake and look for you, everywhere i'll see traces of you, and keep following the traces until i grow tired each day and ready for sleep.

i get some lovely messages now, for everyone i and you knew loved you.

thank you gail, i'm laid low now, but i know we were both lucky, and i think we celebrated our good luck. there's not enough time of course, no matter how much we're allowed.

i just can't imagine not talking to him, in person and post, and i'll probably keep doing it with his ghost.