First time in 5 weeks

You appeared in my dream last night. You hadn’t in a long time. Makes sense. I couldn’t stop thinking about you yesterday and i really didn’t want to be thinking of you. It makes me sad. It makes me nostalgic and think maybe things were good. I know they were good sometimes. Most times as long as i was deluded enough to think of it that way. But you were in my dream last night. The first time I had actually seen you in 5 weeks. I was happy to see you and you probably were too. But we didn’t let each other know it. We both stubbornly resisted showing any affection. We spoke in words that would not indicate the closeness we once felt with each other. Typically lame questions. Typically shallow answers. Remembering what you had last told me – to stay away – I offered to leave. I lied and told you I wouldn’t mind leaving if you wanted me to. You replied with the unfavourable answer,”would you mind?” I was momentarily silent and confused. But I could tell you wanted me to leave. So I turned and left suddenly ejecting me from my dream. I wanted back there. I wish I hadn’t offered to leave.