still the dream escapes me but i thought of you when i bought the red orange cardigan-- first clothing purchase of the year

i can't remember my dreams from last night
i know there was something really interesting
that i really wanted to share
but
it all slipped just out of reach
i can feel it, just there
there's a good chance something may trigger it
so
maybe it's not gone completely
so
why am i writing this
i've no dream to recount tale
really
just because i miss you
and i wonder what your days are like
and i wonder
other things
and i just want to talk to you
and i guess
i could make up a dream
but i haven't done that yet
and i'm not going to start now
later today
i will either have remembered the dream
or
maybe i'll have some story to tell