I dreamt about you today.
It was a pretty lengthy.
And a very tense dream.
But, I don’t mind it.
You were wearing the exact outfit
of the one picture of you
I have always loved so much.
At the beginning it was so nice
and serene.
But something happened.
Literally my worst nightmare.
I was so fear stricken.
But I needed to remain composed.
She was there.
And I needed to take care of her.
But then I lost her too.
I was in a severe panic.
I couldn’t find anyone.
I felt the fear and the despair
I felt that day
I had to learn
how to live without you.
I searched and searched
for what felt like an eternity.
As I passed a few familiar faces,
I noticed sanctuary in the distance.
You were smoking that cigarette.
That I grew to hate so much.
But I didn’t mind it.
I had found you. And with no hesitation,
you threw that cigarette
and opened your arms wide.
I threw myself into you
and you scooped me up.
I asked for her.
You let out a sigh and
you said
We’re all okay.
It’ll all be okay.
I immediately felt safe and seen.
Then suddenly, I woke up.
And I felt that shattering
gut wrenching
feeling I felt that day.
I cried.
And I cried.
And I cried.
I cried because I missed you.
I cried because I knew
I would feel like that
only then.
And then
I cried
because
I dreamt about you today.