in the waking hour
i have not been haunted
by your presence
and i have not been
clouded
by the thoughts that
once were,
but in the hour of
sleep,
in dreams,
you came to me,
or rather,
i to you,
and we were as friends,
and it was nice,
but heartbreaking
all at once.
in the dream,
i cried,
because i realized
i was dreaming
and this was
some impossible truth,
and when i awoke,
i had a headache.
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