Stories Of The Han

She appeared again last night in my dream She stood there in the doorway wearing a red slip A man stood behind her I leaned in and gave her a kiss and barked at the man to leave She walked into my room We embraced I had many questions but she wouldn’t answer She began to raise her voice and wouldn’t quiet down Just seeing her alone gave me a rush I missed her dearly I missed her voice I missed her eyes I missed her lips I missed her spirit I awoke abruptly alone in my bed I stared at my ceiling and exhaled.