windy day

I dreamt of you the way I often do.
I didn’t like the dream so didn’t keep it.
You didn’t write,
but you philosophized
about what’s real for you, not me,
insistent on the you
(we both support that view).
The sky’s been full of wind.
It pushed the rain away,
and dried my tears.
You’re not here.
What jobless nonsense do you offer me
as love,
some words calling in the dark?
Who do you call?
Not me, for sure.
So what’s this jobless attitude
you have towards me
that makes you think a lack of generosity
and lack of love is what I need?
My God, I’ve had enough of that from birth
till now.
I don’t need more.
If pulling back’s goodbye, gird your courage and say it.