I had a silly thought today. I went to the park and you were there. Lying on the grass, fast asleep. I walked over and rested my head on your stomach. Instinctively you ran your fingers through my hair. I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and let everything out. The things I’ve done, the things I’ve seen, the people I’ve met, and the places I’ve gone to. You listened attentively, you let me take my time. In my long and awkward pauses, you didn't pry, you just continued to stroke my hair. I turned to you and with a new clarity in my eyes I saw that you were gone. I was alone. Sleeping in our park.