Sometimes I inhabit that space
Low and dark
It’s your house Nana
And you not there
Or somewhere upstairs can’t be moved
There is a church opposite remember
Well I dreamt they were singing catholic songs for you
And their voices were up and down
I said now listen to those voices
It must be some kind of comfort
But the house was still low and dark
And we could barely move
Because we were not meant to be there
And we could not move.
Nana don’t sleep in my mind anymore, it’s ok. Be my imaginary friend?
I wish I could see your house wide and light again
Smelling of the food you make.
Just in my mind, you know.