In the morning, J

I had a dream about you last night.  It was vivid.  It was real.

You and I were outside in our yard, planting our garden.  You were planting lettuce seeds, and I was laughing at you while holding a glass of tea (unsweetened, of course) out to you.  It started to rain.  We danced.  You held me.  We danced in the rain, while eating gummy bears and drinking tea.

I awoke with a sense, a feeling as if you were with me.  But of course you weren't. 

God, but it felt so fucking real.  It was so real.  I FELT your arms around me.  I FELT your tight embrace.  I HEARD your laughter and I FELT the rain on our faces.  

Why do you keep haunting me, when all I am trying to do is move beyond you?

k