I saw you with her. Your two forms blending into one.
-She’d been reading my dream letters again. I hate it when she did that-
You drew her close, and closer yet to kiss her
-Why does she torture herself like this? Why not leave well enough alone?-
Who was she? I thought, I recognized her face. Was it me?
I thought, I had remembered to lock the box, containing the letters, which told the truths, about who I had been with in my dreams. Keys are funny things, being lost and then found, and usually at the wrong times for both instances…….