Dreams of Her
I’m starting to have dreams of her again. Every time I do, I wake and forget what it was about. Only fragments remain, like scattered blurred photographs. I remember she was there, but I never see her face. She was smiling, but at the same time, she was very sad. I don’t know why. And its almost as if she was looking at me, but never meeting my eyes. She was warm, but everything felt cold. Close, but very far away. That smile, her smile. I wonder who it was for. I wonder why she was smiling when she seemed to want to cry.
