Dreams have long been the enemy.
They occur rarely.
They never make sense.
They never show anything that matters.
Where now he appears in my dreams,
Not usually the main component,
But always there, always by my side
Just like he isn't now.
Lack of communication hurts.
Especially when neither of the people involved chose this.
Everything reminds me of him.
My brain makes the most outlandish connections.
Just seeing his name is like a punch to my chest
Although his name is what I whisper as I try to soothe myself to sleep
And the first word on my lips when I wake.
I'm not sure what to do.
.. not a poem, just a string of thoughts in verse.