War

I had a dream that it was dark, there were a lot of people in the street around me, but I was fixated on you. You had returned from war, I was not certain as to when you did, and your demeanor threw me off instantly. You approached me, with a different temperament, new post traumatic stress, and haircut. You were almost entirely unrecognizable, skin and bones, an unsettling sort of nervous and energetic. I loved you so deeply, for who you once were. I scared myself then, more than you did.