I've been dreaming about you again.

You always seem to pop up in places you shouldn't be
when I'm dreaming. Maybe, that's because you do
when I'm awake as well.

Hiding behind this thought;
peeking out from behind
motivations
I didn't even know I had.

Last night, I dreamt we sat in my Grandmother's house,
smoking cigarettes & wondering why
we never figured things out sooner.

You threw your cigarette off the dock and smiled
when I told you
I had us figured out all along.

Well, guess what?
I'm awake and I still do.

So, I'll see you again,
tonight,
when my head hits the pillow.
(There are some secrets I just can't keep from myself.)