Dreaming.

I don’t dream of  you anymore. And  I don’t mean when  I’m sleeping. I mean  the dreams I would  cherish when I was  awake and drugged  by you.  I’d lay into the  crevices of my  mind, and wander  into the fantasy: the kids,  the house with the open kitchen,  the sunflower garden,  Dinners together,  the…