I don't dream about her very much anymore. Buts sometimes, every once in awhile, when I'm not expecting it, she comes to me.
I have to be careful when telling you about her for fear you'll think I am holding on to something I should have moved on from long ago. It isn't anything like that. If it were, if I were still spending my days in a world with just her in my mind, I would tell you.
I wasn't sure which of us was dead in this dream. I wasn't sure if we both were or if, somehow, she'd never really died.
Do they do laundry in the afterlife?
She laughed. We fought. We talked. She told me I had to go, but she liked the music I was listening to. We were supposed to go to a show at a little club our friend owns. I went alone. I sat in the parking lot and could make out what song was being played.
I turned around and headed home.
She called me, but I sent it straight to voicemail.
I woke up with this song playing in my head...