I had a dream last night. You and I were standing on the sidewalk facing each other. Cars bustled by and pedestrians went their ways. The windows were open and flowers were blooming. A lady shook out clean white down pillows, whistling a children’s song all along. The postman delivered notes of love and adoration, of missing and adventures. The sign of the buss top gleamed in the soft porcelain rays of sun. We were friends and talked like friends. The bus brushed over concrete towards us. A flock of sheep squeezing through the gate, curs brushing against curls, giving way and taking way. It halted before us. The doors opened with a soft exhale. we got on the bus and didn’t know each other. Didn’t look at each other. Sat through the bus ride as strangers in a strange place.