By: Rachel Riffle
Last night I had a dream
that you appeared
in front of me
and I wept.
We embraced and
I could smell
our faded years of friendship
on your
shoulder.
I didn’t know what to say except for
Where have you been?
a
You towered over me
like the Redwoods on
that starry night
when we were young and camping.
When we thought the future
was aligned
and understood.
But that was merely a figment,
an apparition
of truth.
When I awoke,
I felt the absence of a friend
who knew me.