Last Night

Last night I had a dream.

I don’t remember all of it.

But you were there.

I woke up trying to piece it together, hoping I’d remember more than just the feeling.

For a second, I caught myself wondering if maybe you were dreaming about me too… or even just thinking about me.

I know that’s not how dreams work.

But sometimes the heart reaches for explanations the mind can’t prove.

I smiled at the thought anyway.

Then I smiled because I realized something.

Whether you were thinking about me or not…

I was thinking about you.

Maybe that’s all the dream was trying to tell me.

Not that it meant anything beyond itself.

Only that someone who means so much to me

still lives somewhere,

quietly,

within my heart.

If I knew where to send this,

I think I would’ve told you about the dream.