Last night I had this dream that I was with someone. There was place, appearance, presence, lightness, intimacy even. And truth, of great importance. Truth as opposed to—not lies, but cowardice.
She reminded me of someone whose path crossed mine at some point, yet not. As dreams go. And there was insecurity and awkwardly phrased expressions that suffocated whatever there was.
As I asked her if she was leaving she smiled—and her smile was so light as if it was hovering—and said that I would have to figure it out. There was a promise in it, her smile, but I couldn’t figure out how to interpret it, what she meant by it, only realize that I wouldn’t. Couldn’t. And it was sad. Enormously sad.