Planning a break is such a tricky thing

Last night I had a dream and you were in it, and I was in it with you. I was doing the packing I never did. Not sure how it started, that’s how dreams go. But I was nervous that you might show up. Just like you were nervous I’d be there. Eventually you did show up, but your head was buzzed and dyed orange. See you just reminded me of how much … well … I turned and tried to get back to painting with the ache that was there. I check under the bed to make sure I didn’t leave anything and used it to cry. We never had any closure. Some things hurt the most. I never knew what you all wanted.