Patti and Robert

Patti stepped out of the tent

Into the sunlight

The day was dawning

The moorcock on the heather was startled

It was as if it would cry Go back! Go back!

There was mist on the heather

The mist was rising

Robert walked through the mist towards the tent

He walked slowly, gracefully, elegantly

Robert was beautiful

He was the most beautiful man Patti knew

She thought of the first time they kissed

They were in her room

Patti was sitting with her back against the bed

Robert was lying on the bed

Patti told him about all the books she had

She introduced him to the beautiful books that were in her bookshelf

And he wasn't impressed

He just looked at her

And then he kissed her.

They first met at the beach

Patti asked Robert if he wants to go on a mushroom trip with her

And he said yes.

Patti looked at him now, walking towards her in the mist

He came from his excavation

He will say something to her

In just a moment

Now she just looks at him

Or is it really him?

She felt nervous

When she feels nervous, she first feels the nervousness in her hands

Massage your hands

Rub your collarbones

Massage the bone that is under your ear

Relax

Where do we go from here?

Why are you here?

Why am I here?

And then.

He was gone.

And she remembered that he had died

She was here

He was gone

The moorcock was here

Though that's not what they are called these days. 

These days moorcocks are called red grouses.

Nothing stays

Everything and everyone leaves us

Maybe there are memories that stay

Only maybe

We can't know what is real

And what is not

Most likely nothing is real

And there's also nothing to get hung about

Patti went back into her tent

And had a nice long toke