I dreamed of you again, last night

you were on your study programme

I was glad that you made it, finally

I saw you on the stairs

our eyes met

I saw those eyes, that I thought were gone

but,

we talked nicely

we reconciled

we had some adventures

and I missed you when the morning came

I think this was because I once saw the gallery and see one of your undeleted photo, with King Crimson, on the record store