Elaine

Mid morning dreams of Elaine.

They wake me with a shattering thought.

Always brought back to lucid reality only to blink at the spinning fan above me.

Things…are vivid.

The disappointment is…harsh.

I’m still wandering around searching for her.

And yet still as the days go by I’m certain I’ll never even glimpse her shadow.

Nonetheless the realism of my slowly anchored expectations do not mellow the bitter tang felt so many times before.

The ache of longing is gone.

But the feeling of missing her remains.

Elaine.

My Elaine.