Dreams 
But not really
More like endless talking, all night
Like a child talking to herself
In the back seat
Making up endless conversation
That sounds like people taking
The inflection and tone
Meaning more than the words 

I remember the confusion
Newly in Italy at 14
Learning Latin and Italian at the same time
A more total immersion is hard to imagine
It was like starting school on another planet
Rosa Rosa Rosam Rosae Rosae Rosa
I didn't understand anything
But I kept repeating the words
And copying things by hand
Words with no meaning

And now, Joe has died
And I'm not dreaming at night
Not like I used to, anyway
I am filled with gratitude and pain
Filled all the way up
Complete in a way I wouldn't have thought possible
In a way that I can't possibly explain
All the meaning without the words