I slept with a piece of malachite on my bedside table last night.
I had a dream we found each other in a field, embraced, and talked about how much we missed each other.
You told me you were doing well.
Better than before.
You would be okay.
and I shouldn’t worry.
We got into a car and started driving
towards a sky of purple and orange.
You decided to pull over next to a field where a fence has closed it in.
You told me this would be a good place to put the art we made together.
So, you got out of the car, took a bumper sticker sized piece of paper and tacked it to a fence post.
The art said one word: surrender.
We got back in the car.
and I woke up.