I dreamt of you last night.

I didn’t speak to you, nor face you - just pictures & images of you, and the feeling of being around you, waiting for you to give me attention, and snippets of your voice.

The feeling of being around you, it’s comfortable at times, insecured at worse.

And when I woke up, I can’t recall your face, but just the faint outline of who I once knew.

It must be the weather, it just reminds me of you.

I still miss you, Chris.