Her
My dream was about her.
I was alone, she was ahead.
I wanted more than anything to see her smile.
That brought comfort.
It brought me color.
Her color.
I think that is love. Where, when she is gone you notice a shift in your life and in your mood.
Like the filter came back over your eyes and world was now gray.
I would look for her when I die.
As with any new journey, I wish her to be at my side.