loose threads

I often dream of you. Not really you, necessarily, but the search for you. In these dreams, I am always walking city block after city block, tree-lined streets and scorching sun, so close so many times but always, always a dream. I wake from these dreams searching. Searching for meaning. I worry over coincidences, over high occurrences of things that make me think distinctly of you. What does it mean? Does it mean anything? My subconscious is desperate to uncover something. Anything. I am always in the same place, I am always doing the same thing.

-rjm
2007