I had this dream, you know? That happily ever after happened and you were there. It was beautiful. It hurt a lot. I can’t decide whether to be pleased or too depressed to get out of bed. But waking up is like that most mornings. I’m rattling around in some alien dream then some shrieking sound rips me awake. I fell asleep thinking you in my head hoping that I might see you again. Sometimes I get lucky. You slip in sideways next to the horror movie I watched, and I get to grab your hand or say that good goodbye before they eat me. Thinking hard doesn’t do shit to reality. I can live with you under my skin but it itches. So I wake up every morning hoping you’re not the answer to that question I can’t quite pin down but every time every time I open my eyes and every time I close them every time I speak a thought or bite my tongue to hold it every time I try for something new or reach for something old it’s you. Every time I write a word it is your name and every time I hear a song it sounds the same. Guess this is a love letter. And that’s just the way it is. Wish you were here.