Losing track

I forgot again.

I was half asleep and half awake. Or maybe I was dreaming. I'm not sure.
But I forgot.

And I started making plans. You used to love spas. And I started planning going for a pedicure with you when you come to Vancouver. I saw you- sitting in a white robe, with your feet in a tub of water. You looked the same.

For a brief period of time. I completely forgot.

I thought I'd see you again. And I thought you'd come visit me soon. And I was making plans for us to spend days just spending time with each other.

And when I woke up, I felt so stupid.

Its been a decade. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. But I guess not.