I saw you...In an orange grove

I had a dream about you last night. I got to ask you all the things I've wanted to ask you. I got to say all the things I wanted to say. While you may not have given me all the answers, it was at least nice to get to talk to you again. At the end, where we left our conversation, I started kicking myself in the ass because I didn't tell you the thing I wanted to most. I miss you. I woke up and tried to will myself back to sleep just so I could get that tidbit in...but it didn't work. Maybe one day it won't be a dream? In a another life, brotha.