Silly Dreams

How strange.
Last night I realised that

the night before,

I dreamt of my ex.

No, not that ex silly

Like , my ex to the power of 3.

Gary.

How strange.

I think his mother triggered it

because the day before yesterday

I was walking my beautiful golden Lab, Johnson

up Pearl Hill, when I saw her

Walking her beautiful golden and charcoal Labs downhill

I don't think she even recognised me.

This girl, who sama-same got deflowered

with her son

and went out with him for so

(what was it? 3?4?) many years.

So anyways we walk on, us and our beautiful Labs.

I go home, watch a brilliant old movie (Legend of 1900)
Then I fall asleep,

wake up to the next, hazy, muggy day,

and go to work as usual.

Then somewhere in the evening of that day,

It comes to me.

That I dreamt of him.

We were driving, swimming,

doing some Bollywood dance around the tree

and he had a girlfriend

who was all frail and girlish

Its damn weird okay.

I havent thought about him in yonks.

*Brrr*

There was a point in my life

after we broke up

when he was all I thought about

day in, day out

then i got over him

but

because he had been a part of me for so long

it was like

everyday

my mind would automatically

dig him up from the archives of my memory

and just flash his picture in front of me once

just once.

like it had to do it

not because he still mattered

but because my mind was used to it.

Sometimes it wasnt a picture

it was words

Gary

my mind would say

and let it fade away.

One second

In the middle of conversations

out on a drive

while chewing a mouthful

and so it continued for years

then one day,

it stopped.