When I think 
there I feel 
you beside me 
and I’m better 
I’ve always been 
with you Bean
you’re my mitten 
and I’m smitten 
by your laughter 
that side eye 
silent little things 
that no one 
notices but me 
that makes you 
you to me 

And then 
I hear 
a change 
first breath
then feel 
a stir
and then 
I know 
that you’ve 
turned a
page in
your dream 
from it
to me 

I think 
this world 
now at
least is
trying our 
spirits begging 
us to 
generalize people 
putting them
into boxes
Don’t 
whilst people 
are complex
some with 
mischievous agendas 
people aren’t 
puzzle pieces 
that fit 
very well 
into predestined 
tidy holes 
and in
kindness it’s 
not who
they are 
that matters 
but you 

And each
bad dream
I have 
about you 
is but
one more 
tick towards 
your nothingness 
and soon
my night 
like my
day will 
be free
from you 
and finally 
I’ll rest

I don’t know 
how much much
is anymore or
lots how much 
is lots is
lots more much 
more than more 
or is more 
more than lots 
I know less
less is easy 
easier than little 
but more and 
much and lots 
I’ve no idea 
give me less
give me little 
those I know 
those I do 
all too well