In a dream you're so close
all I need is to move my hand
a little in any direction to find your skin.
I whisper your name.
I wake up to it.
In a dream you're so far away,
I don't have my glasses,
I watch someone your shape fade.
I cry out your name,
I wake up to it.
It is crazy how dreams can combine wish-fulfillment with subconscious knowledge. this poem makes me sad on many levels of awareness.
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