Meeting You

Last night I dreamed about you in my sleep.

It wasn’t a pleasant situation,

but I can tell it’s the best condition of our relationship as it used to be.

Never I imagined missing you like this before.

You, my dear friends, who I no longer talk to.

You, who let me go, and I let go with all my regrets.

Is there a chance for us to meet again?

Or should I see you this way?

Cause I miss you and having you around when everything was fine felt so nice….