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March 6, 2018

“I loved my friend
He went away from me
There’s nothing more to say

–Langston Hughes.”

In the dream I’m sitting stiffly on a couch. Back straight, knees and ankles locked tightly together.  I’m doing needlepoint, I think.  What I’m really doing is waiting.

My ex-best friend bustles around, not acknowledging me.  I sit and I wait. 

Finally she bursts out, “I’m not sure we can be friends again.  The last few years have been hard. We’ve lost a lot of family. I don’t want to have to fill you in.”

But she’s actually talking to me, and she even waves at my husband, who has appeared behind me.

In the dream it’s 11:30pm and we were going to drive to Maine, but it’s too late now, and that’s okay, because at last Christy has spoken to me, and that’s a start.

That’s where I wake up.

I lay in the dark, thinking about all the other versions of this dream I’ve had.

I inch closer to my husband’s back and listen to his breathing.

It is a long time before I fall asleep again.

The poem ends,
Soft as it began-
I loved my friend.”

–Langston Hughes

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2 Comments
  1. This is beautiful. The way you framed your writing with the poem. So powerful. So much emotion.

  2. I also enjoyed how you used the poem to set up and end this piece of writing. Dreams are interesting and connect us to so many things.

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