last night
i deamed about you,
not being you,
bodies weaved into one,
happiness,
my heart
light,
a butterfly..
i streched the dream for hours
rather than cry,
you,
or a new you,
still on my mind..
the early morning
bringing coffe
or singing in the shower,
almost forgotten..
years passed by,
waiting for you,
in the same bed,
your place, warm
with wishful memories
of what was supposed to be
my true love.
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