Excerpts From A Book I'll Never Write

Dreaming

   I dreamt of you last night. You had cut your hair short but you still had your beard grown out. I recognized you immediately. The way you stood, hands in your pockets, a sort of closed off gesture but then you extended your arms. I ran into them and you kissed me soft and sweet and everything I'd ever wanted fell into place. You told me you missed me, that you loved me. It was the sweetest dream I've had in a long time.