why did i have to dream about you?

the memories were finally slipping from my mind

like string unraveling onto a mess on the floor

it was hard picturing us having a bonfire

talking about music with the beer in your hand

as a girl of only 10,

you were my world,

my rock.

my only father figure,

but i'd never put that on you.

in my head,

you were perfect.

maybe you weren't, though

and that's okay.

i'm far from perfect now..

i haven't had a dream in a year,

and the first dream i finally accomplish

is of you.

vividly.

heartbreakingly

coming back into my life

our lives,

which you should have done so long ago.

we need you now,

now that he's dead.