I thought I saw you in the park today
Walking with her
Talking with her
Laying in the grass in the shade of the tall trees
I wondered if you ever read what I wrote about you
If you remember the words as clearly as I
If you can hear the crunches of leaves I described
Or did you forget it all?
Would seeing me bring the words back?
Dreams are a powerful thing, it’s how my mom met my dad a week before they met in real life, it’s how I lost a friend, and it’s how our minds keep churning out these bitter thoughts