You started coming into my dreams again, haunting me like an old friend. Different times, Different places. Same conversation, same fight we do this dance over and over again. I wake before we finish the fight, before we talk about what has happened. You always leave me wanting more… I know that you’re a memory, someone I knew, I loved, I felt, I touched… but then I wake to find my bed lonely and my heart calling out to you…. I will see you in my dreams, my memories… and we shall do this dance again.