A dream.

          Last night, I dreamt of you.

         We hadn't spoken in far too long, but in my dreams we were for some stupid, Freudian reason in the grocery store. I turned the corner and there you were in the aisles and I could only stand there, bouche bée. For reasons unknown your family is with you.

          The next thing I know, I am crying hard in your arms, so so sad at all that has passed between us. My tears somehow give me the illusion that it has all changed, has all shifted so much that we can try and repair it all again, put together the pieces.

          My conscious, half awake self knows far too well we cannot.

          But dream you is hugging dream me and stroking my cheek to wipe away the droplets dampening the curve of my face. Yet I continue to cry.

          I awake and the tears eviscerate into the dark matter of existence.

          My mourning remains.