identity
i had a dream last night that you were a secret agent.
i came out into the living room, and although it was recognizable, it had been completely transformed. i was mad. then 3 strangers walked past me and you followed them. and i was furious. i screamed at you for changing the apartment, for having strangers around that i don’t know about. i screamed at you out of my own fear, and then i left.
when i got to the store, you were there. and you were smiling and happy and it was like nothing had happened. and that’s when i figured out you were a secret agent. i saw how truly happy you were, and that we were still us, and i let it all go. we sat down in the grass, held each other and watched the exploding purples and reds of the fireworks.
