Suspension

I dreamed of you last night.

And not of the way things were before the fall, but like perhaps the gash in my chest had healed. The scar may have been thick, but I wasn't bleeding. You looked at me with those sad eyes and I wanted to protect you from anything that would haunt you. Feelings do not disappear just because it would be easier if they did. The cable car moved on in silence. 

By morning, I'd forgotten most of what was said. 

But there's a dull ache, where that scar might be.