Everything is going to be just fine.

I dreamt of you last night.

You were young.

Younger, even, than the day you left us.

Just a little boy,

like time had stopped for you,

Even though the world had continued to spin for me.

Like I was here,

in the now,

And you were there,

in the way back when.

Way back before it all went wrong.

Just a little boy,

Still scared of thunderstorms outside the window,

And a dark loneliness you felt inside.

You couldn’t sleep,

and you looked so sad.

God, it broke me into a thousand tiny pieces how sad you looked.

I wondered how does a little boy get so sad

when the world hasn’t even had time to wreck him yet?

I think you were born with a sixth sense, though.

A knowing that not all of us have.

A very heavy knowing.

I saw you lying down,

There on my bed,

Like you did before,

When lightening began to strike.

You were crying quietly,

And I curled up around you,

As best I could,

Even though it felt like you were falling.

I squeezed you tightly.

Kissed the top of your sweaty head.

Whispered lies about how it’s all okay.

Everything is going to be just fine.