Her..

She came to me in my dream last night.

Her hair was a deep fiery red and her skin smooth and white. She smiled at me.

It was as if she'd never left.

We talked, about this and that. All the time she was smiling. I remember the things we used to do, go star gazing on a clear summer night, climb onto the roof when no one was looking, cook sushi and by the time we'd finished we could only eat a handful of what we made. (Her family usually ate the rest).

We were the best of friends that there had ever been, I could talk to her about anything and not worry about judgements or blame, and she could do the same with me.

I've asked myself over the years why she had to leave, yet there she was, smiling right at me as if it had never happened.

I love and miss her greatly, but I pray she doesn't visit me again. My chest hurts as if my rib cage has collapsed in on itself.

She has passed through my dreaming twice this week, and I can't understand why. I haven't thought about her in years and now it seems as if shes flooding back to me, as if it never happened.
I hope my dreams tonight will be ones of a child..