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You were dead, but we met, dreaming,
before you had died. Your name, twice,
then you turned pale, unwell.  My dear,
my dear must this be?  A public building
where I've never been, and on the wall,
an AIDS poster. Your white lips.  Help me.

We embraced, standing in a long corridor
which harboured a fierce pain neither of us felt yet.
The words you spoke were frеnzied prayers
to Chemistry; or you laughеd, a child-man's laugh,
innocent, hysterical, out of your skull.  It's only
a dream,  I heard myself saying,  only a bad dream.

Some of our best friends nurture a virus, an idle,
charmed, purposeful enemy, and it dreams
they are dead already. In cool restaurants,
over crudités, the healthy imagine a time
when all these careful moments will be dreamed
and dreamed again.  You look well. How do you feel?

Then, as I slept, you backed away from me, crying
and offering a series of dates for lunch, waving.
I missed your funeral,  I said, knowing you couldn't hear
at the end of the corridor, thumbs up, acting.
Where there's life ...  Awake, alive, for months I think of you
almost hopeful in a bad dream where you were long dead.

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