Had a dream.
A dream of you.
A dream of a casual day.
A casual day in the neighbourhood.
Except, dreams are weird.
You were choosing dreamcatchers,
from a store ran by a weird woman.
Alas, a turquoise dreamcatcher was chosen.
Instead we walked away,
without the dreamcatcher,
but a backscratcher made of wood.
"For Dad" you said.
Then I woke up,
saddened with tears.
For my time with you,