In my imaginations under a rain that does not exist

In my imaginations under a rain that does not exist
I arrive home with you, from a street that does not exist
You sit across from me, resting your fatigue
I pour tea for you, into a cup that does not exist
You laugh again and ask if I feel better?
I laugh again and say “very...!” though you know it does not exist
I recite poetry for you, words bloom
I place jasmine and lilies into a vase that does not exist
I gaze into your eyes, could it be for a moment
You hold my hands within hands that do not exist?
The time to leave arrives, with a lump I say “don’t go”
Behind you I shed tears, on a porch that does not exist
You leave and the house overflows with your absence
Again I am alone with the memory of a gathering that does not exist
You are gone and after you this becomes my daily task
Believing you are not here, a task that does not exist