She Comes
One would think that after all this time, she would eventually stop coming. Still, despite the years, she continues to visit now and then. Last night she came once more, as I saw her vividly in my dream. I don’t mind that she continues to visit while I sleep. Actually, the dreams are always quite pleasant. The dreams are never sexual, not even particularly romantic. Instead, she is just there, and that in of itself provides a comfort. In the dreams, I see her face amongst the crowd and recognize her soft smile. She is always just as beautiful, her shining eyes just as captivating.
When I wake from these dreams, I always spend a few quiet moments thinking about her. I wonder how she is and what her life is like, wondering if she is happy. It dawned on me this morning that she is older now. I don’t know why I never considered all the passing years and how they may have changed her mentally, physically, and spiritually. In the dreams she remains forever young, always at the age that I last saw her.
It’s not like I’m sitting around dwelling about the past or constantly wondering about what might have been, so I’m unsure why she remains in these dreams of mine. I suppose it’s my own fault. One quiet evening while the two of us were lying in the darkness, she expressed her insecurities and concerns about my death. In our soft whispers, we agreed to my suggestion that when one of us died, our soul would return to the other. Little did I know at that time the many facets of death. Nor did I comprehend that when we later separated, a part of both of us would die.