Day Dreaming (Satis Shroff, Freiburg)

When I lie on my couch,
Which our German grandma
Used to fondly call chaiselongue,
I drink a cup of Ilam tea.
I am so awake
That I kiss your lips,
Caress you,
Listen to you
Speak to you,
After every sip.

I talk about our children
About our house and garden
About our dear parents,
Friends, new or old.
It’s a superb idyll we’ve created.

I’m too tired
To open my eyes
To see you and to realise
That you are not here,
In this sunlight flooded room.