I dreamed that you were there last night
in the kitchen
making your coffee like always
and you were grumbling about something or other
but all at once
your words didn\'t make sense
there was a flash of memory
a still figure, lying in a blue, plaid shirt
pale skin
thin lips
eyes closed
and I realized what was wrong with your complaints
There are no more complaints
no more grumbled curses
because you aren\'t here
you\'re somewhere on the other side
doing whatever it is you do
I woke up a bit but fell back to sleep
something tugging at me
trying to pull me back to that dream
I didn\'t want to go
I didn\'t want to remember again
apparently, my struggle wasn\'t fought in silence
and I was woken up by soft hands
a laughing voice
telling me that I was making motorcycle noises in my sleep
but the laughter went away when I told him why
and it was replaced by loving arms that held me while I cried
until I drifted back to sleep again
Not long after, I was ripped from sleep by a burst of music
a single lyric spilling from my computer speakers before going silent again
\"Baby, I\'m yours...\"
my laptop had been closed for hours
it shouldn\'t have been possible
and the words don\'t fit our situation perfectly do they?
but I guess you work with what you have
and the important part is that I got the message.
I love you too, Dad