You consistently haunt my dreams with kind words and soft touches, a hand on the arm, a warm hug. The lead-in doesn’t matter, it doesn’t mean anything, I can never remember it. Then you appear, in warm and soft lights, golden, like a lazy Sunday morning. You startle me and I’m almost too shocked to say anything, but you never mind. Gentle persistence and kind encouragement are still paired with nearly crippling awkwardness, but it’s comforting. Almost as swiftly as you come without explanation, you are gone without explanation. I can’t remember what you say. I never see you, but you haunt my dreams with astonishing frequency. Sometimes I wonder what they mean, and for days you catch my attention. But I don’t care like I used to. I don’t think they are dreams worth chasing anymore.