Nov 9, 2022

These nights I dream of nothing

but when I wake I ache

for you, a blank face, a warm voice,

a familiar scent.

My hands have held yours before. You’re not here

but I can see us dancing, exchanging cozy laughs you

put your arms around my hands, careful not to get too close,

to not take me as you want me but just as I am, my own person.

But seeing you see me up close, I zone out and escape into sleep

and dreamt so many dreams of you,

that I now dream of nothing.




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