I woke, had a dream, you were there and now in mind-again. Wide awake I’m thinking of you clear as day. I’m writing this to get you off my mind. Absent you are, from me, but I know you’re back. In the shadows. I hate thinking of you, when you’re gone. Sometimes I just hate thinking of you; because you don’t think of me. More than once, for briefs moments…I thought…but it wasn’t true. Fleeting. Ephemeral. Passing like yesterday’s sun.