I dreamed last that you came to visit,
that you had something important to tell.
I was busy stocking shelves at the store,
and asked you to wait for a few minutes.
Afterward, I had to attend a board meeting,
and asked you to wait an hour or two more.
Then I had to sweep the boardwalk out front;
when I finally turned to talk, you had gone.
I awoke in the morning, feeling remorse.
I am not sure why, as it was only a dream.
Or was it? When I called you this afternoon,
and explained, you were not at all surprised.