a twentieth poem...'I'm not really there'

I am not really here –

I’m not really there.

I am at the foot of the stair, or five minutes behind,

Still in bed, in another time,

Another place.

Sad thing is,
I can’t remember your face

Though I can hear your voice, a willow cry on the wind. 

You call to me
Every now and again,

Between sleeping, waking,
Then

Dreaming. 

The German word for dream is traum. 

Traum translates back into English as wound.