Words of a Poet

I dreamt about you last night. I don’t know why you were so mean. Maybe because we haven’t talked in a while. I haven’t seen you. Where have you been?

I remember crying in the dream. You were being really hard on me and I couldn’t take it.

It was one of those things where you weren’t really dead. That you faked your death. I always dream that. That you aren’t dead and just went away for a while. I don’t know why. Maybe because I never really saw you dead.

I always knew you and Emma would like eachother. I tell her that all the time. You guys had a great time in my dream, even if it wasn’t real.

I miss you. I talk about you a lot. Think about you a lot, especially when I am doing the things we always used to do. Emma must be tired of hearing about you.

I can’t wait until Matthew is big enough to learn and know about you. I can take him to do all the stuff we did. Create those memories that we have.