​I know I’ll see you again tonight.

In my dreams we never said goodbye.

In my dreams our love is at its prime, as strong as ever. In my dreams we depart on adventures, make each other laugh, and kiss the hangovers away. In my dreams I have your initials tattooed small on the sides of my fingers, court cards style. I have other tattoos as well. And you spend your mornings in bed tracing over them with your cold fingertips as I pretend I am sound asleep.

In my dreams we’re the very picture of devotion. Blues nights at home, jazz nights at bars. One hand on the small of my back, the other’s clutching my purse, as I lift my long dress going up the stairs to the concert hall. In my sleep, words of poetry land into place so perfectly. The melody to an old favorite song. I chase you away during the day, but in my sleep you are ever so present that being awake no longer holds any meaning.

So I say goodbye my love, til’ we meet again tonight.