you spoke

I remember the last time you spoke.

I dreamt we were in the mountains sitting on a picnic table talking. It was a perfect day and a perfect conversation.

Until somewhere in the back of my mind, I realized you couldn't be there. That this wasn't possible, this perfect moment, it couldn't exist.

You stopped talking to me, mid-sentence. You got up from the table and walked away. I will never forget how disappointed you looked.

For years now I have dreamed about you and you never speak.

Until last night.

We were by the beach in the summer. You told me about a pair of boots you were thinking about getting. Boots. Which is so strangely insignificant its almost frustrating. But you spoke.

Then I woke up with tears. I would give anything in the world to talk about boots with you.

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dear friend

In my dream last night I followed you into a closet,
which slowly grew into a bigger room.
.
You were stepping backwards very slowly into the dark.
A hole opened up in the floor behind you.
.
Before I could do anything you stepped into it and disappeared.
But strangely I wasn't worried.
.
You kept mentioning a ghost you were looking for -
maybe I knew you would find them.

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dreams

I mentioned you here, months ago. I was angry you wouldn't talk to me when I saw you in my dreams.

Last night in my dream you were there. I sat down and started making a list of all of the things I needed to tell you.

But you still wouldn't listen, you wouldn't respond.

You were trying to catch bees in the kitchen of an old white cottage.

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