Sunday, June 5, 2016
I woke out of a dream from a nap gone wrong. Filled with thoughts of a lifetime ago. Wracked with regret and sadness. On the table next to me my phone emitted a quiet beep letting me know that someone was reaching out. My eyes still full of tears I opened the message to find a note from you. You had been thinking about a time when you and I were an us and were compelled to, at the same time I was dreaming of that very moment, to let me know you had been thinking about it too. I held my phone, looking down at the keyboard that had automatically opened waiting for me to type my response. But to respond is to admit to something I can never say out loud. So I deleted the message. Your face from the screen. If only I could also delete the memory.