Dear Alex,

I dreamed we three hung out:
I was part of your inner circle.

Accepted and unchallenged –
At last, belonging somewhere.

We spoke of a leather jacket
So thin that it required oiling.

I shared multi-slicing biscuits
Crisped with butter and honey.

It was enough to be with you
Part of what was happening.

Then, it was time for photos
And I asked to not be in any.

You often save me, lift me
When I feel I have nothing.

Strange how moments evolve
As if our lives are paralleling.