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I had another dream last night
It starts out with me picking my little sister up from someplace
I am talking on the cell phone and miss my exit from the freeway
I cross a bridge and get off on the next exit
pull over in a cul-de-sac to finish my conversation

scene shift fade out and back

I am standing outside of my car
the same location
my little sister is no longer around
I am looking at a row of brownstones
the one in front of me has a black door
the rest of them have brown doors

out of the brownstone directly in front of me
comes a woman, she is a stranger to me now
though I know her most intimately
I recognize her but not by her face
for that has changed dramatically in the time
between when she was a girl and the woman she is now
the change is a positive one and she is absolutely stunning
while she was quite beautiful before
it was a girls beauty stolen youthfulness
the difference is striking

she looks through me
as one does a stranger on the street
for a moment before she recognizes me
the color drains from her face
she looks into my eyes
silent screams
there was no anger there
just a single defeated sentence
unspoken but clear

You are the worst thing that ever happened to me

the truly horrific part is that I loved her
truly madly deeply
but was incapable of being loved
and barely able to be loving
so shattered was my heart and
beaten was my soul
for she was the first woman
I loved after Charlotte died