I dreamt you moved on
through the muted green background
of the phones that once connected us.
The growing silence,
the spaced messages;
I tried to find the answers
to the universe’s rhetorical questions.
I dreamt you were a leaf
drifting along a stream to the ocean
full of the possibilities that once connected us.
Kissing me along the way,
resting for a moment,
enjoying the space;
we pondered the universe’s rhetorical questions,
for there is no use keeping you from the experiences you seek.
I dreamt you moved on
through to the muted green tides
of the oceans that now connect us.
