Last night in my slumbers
I held a lock of his hair
So soft between my fingers,
so vivid
so real
Then all day the tears wanting to surge
Wondering if that was my goodbye,
my farewell to the dream of him
Knowing it will never be,
despite being so convinced
So I admit now that
I fell in love with him a little
With his words,
his smile,
his creativity,
sensitivity
A love lost in dreams.
It was such a beautiful dream.
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