Pips Poem by Benjamin Feliciano

The last time I dreamt about you, your body was decaying.
Your hair fell in handfuls from your head,
And I couldn't tell what you were saying.
It scared me so bad I woke and cried,
Because I hadn't heard from you in months
And for all I knew you had died
While on that mission trip in Mexico.
Remember?
I gave you my yellow v-neck to remember me by.
Just a week ago you sent me a text.
A year and a half of concern with only scattered updates
From the few friends you still spoke to.
I was furious at first, and demanded an explanation,
Comparing your contrite return with your disappearing act.
But last night I dreamt of you again, and my heart ached with rememberance
Of how much I truly missed you.
You rushed into my arms and asked me not to let go.
So I didn't.