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3:00 am

She hasn't been to sleep.

Her thoughts were running

too fast for her to keep pace,

nothing she did would keep them still.

She thought of him, 

of his smile and his laugh.

She wondered if he was awake

and if he was thinking of her, too.

Or maybe he was sleeping, 

and maybe he was dreaming of her 

like she dreamt of him

night after night. 

Or maybe he had moved on.

Maybe his dreams were of someone else.

Maybe he didn't think of her at all anymore.


The clock ticked on, and there was still no sleep.

It was that last thought that kept her awake.



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