Last night I dreamt that you had lost a foot.
I wanted to say something light and funny, but our relationship is not like that - even if the joke had been in better taste.
We no longer talk.
The last time I tried, you spat.
Friends standing next to us were shocked by the venom you displayed, unaware of our history.
Which probably goes a long way to explaining the hatred you felt.
The fact that I didn’t, don’t, probably illustrates that you are justified.
Still .... the dream was weird.
We didn’t talk of course; the news was relayed to me by intermediaries.
When I awoke there was no one there.
Just a feeling of dread that something (unto-do*) was a-foot.
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