this one was originally written November 30, 2004.? Once again, I’m very glad that H & I renewed our friendship.
last night I dreamt about H, who wasn’t even in the dream this time, which made me feel wistful and sad. years ago, I had a dream with H in it once every few weeks, so often that I included them in poems. now it’s once or twice a year, and I wake with a vague sense of loss and time passed. this time I felt a little guilty, too, as H’s mom was saying that there was no reason we shouldn’t have stayed in touch all this time, and maybe I would have been welcome to visit.
ugh.