I found you in one of my dreams again.
Sprinkled across my dreams like stars on a clear night sky.  
          And just like stars I couldn’t look away.
          And just like with the sun rising, I didn’t want the dreams to slowly fade into the bright yellow gleam of wakefulness.

Another week or two goes by and I find myself chasing after a bemused you in my dreams.
I’d close my eyes and try to capture it with words, but words failed me. Another dream, another attempt.
           Growing self-contempt.
Looking out for a few choice boats in a sea of words without a lighthouse is almost its own oxymoron.

Slow rising from a deep slumber its own burden.
And while I’m stirring awake turning to sit up I realize how much I am with yearning.

I can’t thank you enough for it. For the memories and the words they’ve inspired.
And as far and in between our interactions are right now, the dreams are a reminder of myself as much as they are of you.

A small reminder that at times where I have hated the words, I have also sincerely loved them. Yours and mine.