I slept, but that did not improve
My circumstance. Mostly the stars
And ceiling fan had stayed in place;
And Ursa Mejor barely moved.
I dreamed of you. Sometimes you made
A different moue or sprayed your hair.
Sometimes you ran away. Or cooked,
Patisserie or oxtail soup.
But I knew what I knew and woke
To bracelets tossed on your pillowcase,
An amulet on the ceiling fan,
And Draco Mejor roaring by.