I have dreams of you sometimes. They aren't centered around you because that would be too easy. No, you simply slip into them casually as if you belonged. Transparent like the ghost of things I cannot hold. Always as something minor, the mailman, the guy taking tickets at the movie theater, And I see you and forget the plot of the dream for a moment. You look at me like you know a secret that I wasn't allowed too, you smile that half smile and your brown eyes pull my heart into shreds. Then just as quickly, the plot continues and your gone. But I don't think you dream anymore. I hear you in songs often. You and I are in the lyrics some 20 year old is screaming. He tells about how we fell apart. How we came to be. He sings about how lonely I've become inside and how happy you are without me. But I don't think you get that station. I see you in movies a lot. I get lost in thoughts of you and watch as we fall in love. I see the bad parts and all I can hope is that our story isn't done. But I don't think you've watched that film. I talk about you only to myself now, Because im the only one who hasn't grown tired of hearing about you. The way you laugh, Your sleepy eyes. I'm sorry I hurt you, I hope she doesn't. I love you kid, But I don't think you understand what that means. Vanna// January 5 2016