How is it that you came to be a character in my dreams? Three years ago I sat in silence watching in disgust. Not one apologetic word was sent my way, just that same remarkable yet deceiving smile. My role as a puppet was short lived, but three years later you popped up uninvited when I was most vulnerable. Dreams are not one to be reckoned with, and in the wake of mid-noon, I imagine what you might be doing now. I find out that you left town two years back, and in that same sentence I learned of your return. Some dreams do come true but not in the way one would have hoped.
July 26, 1999