I still have the dream sometimes.
I do. I come home from the store
and find you on my doorstep with a suitcase.
And not your entire wardrobe. Just a carry-on, a duffel bag.
We don't say anything, but you have this look
in your eye that kills me.
And I unlock the door and let you in.
And that's it.
That's the dream.
When I wake up, I wake up happ vibrating for a few seconds
with my head in the sand