together again
i've had a few dreams of you but haven't had the energy to write them down. i wish i had. they hurt then, but now i realize how precious they are.
we were in a big house, someone's vacation house. you were reclined on a couch and i lay down to cuddle with you. it didn't make sense that you were there, i knew you were gone, but i just accepted it the way you do in dreams. i could smell you. i could feel exactly how your skin felt under my hand. my subconscious remembers things my conscious has already put in a box. it felt so good to touch you, to hold you, to be in your arms. i started telling you about the week after you left us, what it was like. when i talked about touching you in the funeral home and how cold you felt, you laughed delightedly. i laughed too, and teased that your skin had never felt so clean.
i woke up smiling. thank you for that.