The rain outside pitter-patters against my bedroom window
We're cuddled up under blankets, surrounded by pillows
We make plans for next summer & decide we'll spend most days at the beach
I wake up only to realize, it was just a dream & you're still out of reach
I grab my phone to type up this poem & think about sending it to you
Now I can't help but think about all the clues & how a part of me knew
One word answers, late responses & how she was probably getting messages too
I can't stand seeing your favorite color, but can't escape it when the sky is blue
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