After we saw you dead
You came back in a dream.
I'm all right now you said.
And it was you, although
You were fleshed out again
You hugged us all round then,
And gave your welcoming beam.
How like you to be kind,
Seeking to reassure.
And yes, how like my mind
To make itself secure.
[Thom Gunn {1929-2004} 'The Reassurance', from The Art of Losing: Poems of Grief and Healing, Kevin Young, ed.]
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