Dream

I am not one to remember my dreams but the other night was the exception.
It was one of those ones that kept repeating itself. Bryon walked in the back door, came upstairs and resumed his life. I asked him where he had been for 2 years and he just gave me one of his silly grins. I kept asking him where he had been, fact is, I got pretty pissed at him because he refused to answer. I was glad he was home but I still wanted an answer. When I woke up of course he wasn't beside me in bed. I was let down. Somewhere in my mind I came to an answer about the dream. Oct 29 will be 2 years since he moved off planet and the dream was his way of telling me he was no longer in pain, he was whole again.

Life is not forever......love is.

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