Why did I dream about you, after all this time? You were there in a sketch the way you once were. And the two of us were going home together, my place or yours. Yet we were older, there was a space between who we were now and who we were before, when we were lovers. And it was late, the time of day you only make bad decisions. And for some reason we were in a hotel buffet with lots of people, and they all looked at us and could tell we were hooking up. And you wore that face like yeah, I’m going home with him. And for some reason, perhaps the illogical nature of dreams, I wore a heavy backpack with lots of straps hanging off it undone. And could even feel the weight of it as we got onto the elevator and the doors closed.