Dreams of you litter my mind
like tattered love notes scattered all across my room.
They’re all so typical, so ordinary – trips to the store,
to the park, to the pool or just the two of us on my couch.
Maybe to the rest of the world, it’s mundane,
but I think to myself with a wistful smile,
‘At least we’re together, right? At least, in that moment
– in that night – I am still yours and you are still mine.’
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