I dreamt about you last night.

In the dream, you confronted me about assuming I did something to make you distant. In the dream, something tragic happened in your life.

In the dream, you attacked me for being so narcissistic. For making everything about me.

I don’t know what’s going on in your life. Yet my shadow is getting more and more persistent that it is not about me.

I’m here. I miss you.

You may say that I’m a dreamer, but I’m not