Tonight its quiet. Like it used to be.
Quiet like I don’t like. But quiet that comes. And goes.
I have no words, but have to write.
I let myself return, to those days. Remember. Laugh. Smile. And when the memories are gone – they are gone. For good.
I want to relive. Repeat. But I cant.
The other night my friend told me she had a dream. And I was in it.
She said I showed up with three other people. Another man, and two females.
One had blonde hair; one was a brunette.
My friend told the blonde to take the boy somewhere.
A little boy. About three.
Why do they visit others dreams, and not mine.
What are they telling me, if anything.
I wanted to know more about this blonde; and this boy. Did they know each other? Were they close? Happy? But I couldn’t ask, for fear she would think Im crazy – which isn’t to say Im not.
I miss them; even though I try not to think of them.
I asked one final question. She told me there were other kids.
For once more we were altogether, all but one. I wonder where she was.
If she was ok. If she was the one bringing the dream.
And then I told her to stop dreaming, because heaven knows if dreams stop, so will the memories. So will the reality.
I miss them all, and I wonder what it all means. If anything.
She couldnt tell me; and I couldnt tell her.