Between the Dream and What Was Lost

Last night, I dreamed of you.

I saw you through a window… or was it a set of blinds? And I greeted you as I arrived.

I’m here. I’ve arrived, I said calmly, and your voice answered with soft surprise, confirming my arrival.

The dream left me with that ineffable emptiness only the obligations of the day can manage to devour.

As the afternoon went on, a search on the map led me to your workplace.

And then I remembered when your days and your paths were also part of my own concerns.

Once again, reality struck — the undeniable certainty of what has been lost.

I returned to the dream to dwell in it… and to let go, for a moment, of the sorrow of being awake.

This piece was originally published in Spanish. You can read the original version here.