Red Sky in the Morning
I dreamed of you last night. I was barefoot on the sidewalk; you walked by without stopping. But you looked once, looked twice, looked three times, searching my face to see if it was me. I pretended I didn’t care, didn’t notice. Your lip curled in a smile, sad, acknowledging. Years of memories stretched between us as we went our own ways. You disappeared in the distance; I wanted to follow, but didn’t.
I woke to a cold morning. I took your pictures down while making coffee. By the time my eggs finished boiling, all traces of you were gone.