I had a dream about her last night like I don’t know what. I haven’t dreampt about her for a long, long time. Years, probably. But there we were in this crazy-ass situation and it was good. It was good and new and fun and sexy, before things went so very bad and we moved away from each other: she to one of the Carolinas and me to an apartment in another part of the city. It’s not that I miss her. I haven’t missed her since she pulled away in the U-haul truck over 15 years ago. But when I dreampt of her last night, I did miss her, for the nanosecond it probably lasted. I think if she was still alive, I might finally be in a place to talk to her, figure out what had gone so wrong.
14 Mar This entry was published on 03/14/2012 at 19:32 and is filed under blog.