dream (again)

i was dressed in red, green & white. pinatas hung from the rafters of my high school gym, and flowers sat clustered in the bleachers. the girls were having their pictures taken behind a screen, when i looked over & saw you standing at the door. i walked over, smiling, naturally. you smiled back and walked towards me, took me by the arm and brought me outside where we sat on an air-conditioning unit that buzzed too loudly for us to speak in secrets. we didn't speak at all, until you looked over and laughed. i laughed and threw my arm around you, said how I missed being with you. It wasn't sad, though -- with a smile on my face. You walked away, turned around and motioned for me to follow you. We took a bundle of daisies and brought them to our bodega guy, like I did that one Christmas with a plate full of food. He pointed us toward a museum. We walked inside, and before we could make it to the giant marble staircase, I turned you towards me and said:

i miss us being like this, and i'm sorry.


you stopped me before i could apologize more than once (my worst habit) by putting your finger over my lips and pulling me in for what seemed like the most natural embrace i'd ever feel:

shhh. we're melding. we're melding again.