I think I had a dream about you last night. At least I think it was you.
One conversation that I don't quite remember.
All I know is that I woke up this morning calmer than I had been in days.
I think you told me everything would be OK.
But you weren't here and I'm not quite sure where I was.
All I can picture is you looking into my eyes and telling me to hang in there.
So I am and I will.
Because this dream also happened some months ago. And once more, before that.
And I woke up feeling the same way.
I like this heady rush of knowing you're with me without physically being here.
I'll always be thankful for that.