I had a dream. And when I woke up, it filled me with some sort of longing.
And that longing hurts. It was like bringing out something that was being buried a long tine ago.
I have no idea what to make of the dream.
I don't now who he was, and I couldn't make out a face.
But I have this sudden yearning to look for that face, and to see it again one more time.
Of course it was only a dream and it could mean anything.
Though the face leaves me and the dream fades, the longing still lingers within me.