Intolerance to dream-ruptures

You wore black

I wore white
I couldn't resist the invitation to dine
thigh to thigh in the loaded mess
- ain't that what you wish to remember?

We stopped to contemplate the parched old fountain,
vacant signs of a bird,
We walked, the unspent winter
jingling thin in our pockets.
Under petit vined arbor
loosely I declined
one invitation for another.
That's what I remembered
until
another afternoon
slid into my palm like chance cigarette.

Why were you back?
- And gone again?

Excuse me.
your absence,
amongst all this death,
wasn't counted apart.

Your news, your return - your voice
through the microphone slot
couldn't touch me.
It took an endless night,
and water (less soft, more saline)
to realize
you were alive. ..Not such a bad surprise.
One day you will pass, me too, but
it hadn't been any of the last three days.

Why do you come? 
Why does a drowning face reappear?

It better not,
I thought, you better die - forgive me -
Or I
until I slid back into sleep.