Dreamt of you yesterday. my subconscious recognized your face. it's funny as I walked towards you, I clearly remember my mind trying to recall the finer details of your face.
Your face, it morphed into one that I remember distinctly from memory.

I still feel a little lost sometimes when i think of you. I never got to see you. It feels as if you packed your bags and left in the middle of the night. It didn't feel real for a long time.
You left.
It didn't feel real even as I stood over the concrete slab with your name engraved in it.
In my dream, I went to you and clung on as a baby monkey would her mother, and I cried. You laughed then, the way you used to laugh when I related silly shenanigans.
Then you stroked my hair.



missing you.
when will this end.