I dreamt of you last night.

I saw your face again and it was as if the last two years never happened.

I dreamt of you.

The way that stern face would break into a smile when I made you laugh.

I dreamt of you.

It was as if we were friends and confidants once more.
There was no her. There was no distance.

I dreamt of you last night and you called me Jem– the funny girl with the messy writing.

I dreamt of you and when I woke, I shook the vestiges of your face from my mind.

You are not welcome here.

Not even in my dreams.