Dream - 24

I dream of the rain that we love. It falls so gently that it gives the illusion of a light mist, obscuring nothing but the farthest mountains that we don't care about. The weather is just perfect and the world is damp and nothing more. I step out the door and there you are waiting for me. The flowers are blooming in fall and that makes it all the better. There is nothing in the sky but clouds. An eternal sea of the most beautiful gray. I tell you the world seems to glow in your presence and it surely does. A spotlight, nothing less.

Then the rain stops and the clouds part to reveal the sun. You smile and the dream shatters.

It's broken and now I'm left missing and hating you. Hating you for leaving me. Then I remember how much I loved you and I grow weary and the ache in my heart starts again.

I throw my things together haphazardly and I leave to go see you. The journey is as long as ever and I'm as afraid as ever. The flowers that I bought have begun to lose their petals, as if knowing where they're headed. I arrive and the rain that we love is falling. It obscures nothing but the farthest mountains that we don't care about. The flowers aren't blooming in fall except in the shops. There is nothing in the sky but clouds.

I see you and I approach as quietly and as slowly as I have ever done. The dream has made me sadder than ever. I scatter the flowers over you and I whisper that you look as beautiful as ever and that I miss you and I see the tears on your cheeks as the flowers dissolve into nothingness. I tell you not to cry, but as ever you cannot hear me. I see you mouth my name and turn away, leaving only tears and tulips on my grave.