7/30/20
i had a dream last night.
it was so simple so i remember every single detail.
we were sitting somewhere at a wooden picnic table.
and you sat right across from me.
you held my hands.
our fingers were tangled together and we just sat there looking at each other.
we didnt say anything.
all that needed to be said could wait.
we were at peace, just to be there and touching and together.
it was more than enough.
it felt real.
it felt like you were really there.
i felt like you were really there, looking at me.
i could see your face.
i could see you.
i will try to remember the feeling of your hand in mine and let that tie me over until 345 more days pass.
YOU ARE READING
idk if i can call this poetry
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