The Dream

 Somehow I was in Buffalo. Traveling with a group. Got stranded there. All of a sudden my brain must have connected you with that place. Because there you were sitting in front of me. I thought you were ignoring me at first, but suddenly we started talking in that easy and intense way we always did. We talked about generalities, how our lives were going. You said you spent time with your girlfriend this summer. You said that you had reconnected and had fallen more in love with her. I said good and told you I was happy for you. Silently pushing back the bittersweet feeling in my chest when I spoke. You showed me some artwork of hers on the walls and sighed about what an amazing teacher she was. It was beautiful. I smiled and said it was good to see you, that it’s been too long. I said I understood you were busy and that I understood why all of a sudden I stopped hearing from you. You laughed and said you weren’t busy, busy with only silly things. It’s funny how life gets in the way.  I knew you were busy achieving your dreams. I asked if you could believe we were together again, that I was really there. You said it was unbelievable, like a dream, right out of the pages of a book. But then right as we smiled a knowing smile at each other, I woke up. The best dreams never last. They always leave you reaching out for more and clinging to the precious memories you lived but only for a moment in your deepest sleep. Was this really you or was it only in my mind? Sometimes I wonder my dear friend, if it’s all the same. Bless you wherever you are.