the Sisko

Thursday night I dreamed he hadn't died. He'd been in California for a year and when we found him I felt such joy.
I forgot the dream (the brain tries to protect the heart) until Michael and I were talking over coffee and some unknown thing reminded me. And then, of course, I wept.
Last night we sat around the fire before rain forced our jam session indoors, and that too, reminded me. The glider was Sisko's special place.

Oh how I miss my boy.

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Thinking of you, thinking of him.
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