Brooklyn Bridge
I dreamt about you again the other night. You grabbed my hand and led me down the city block when the old bridge appeared in exactly the same way as the picture I just posted shows. I looked at you and you looked back, except it was probably the happiest I had ever seen you before and that made me happy too. We looked at the bridge together and it seemed more distant than before but it didn’t matter so much as the happiness I was sharing with you, Pollux.
