indifference
A stranger
Whose face is all I see
Follows me like a shadow
One moment here,
The next gone.
In my dreams,
We meet in warm conversation
I wake to a nightmare
The dreams still exist,
But the strangers nowhere near.
I’m afraid I’ll never forget
The words this stranger said
The softness in the touch.
The laughter in my bed.
In my dreams,
I get to pretend
That we’ll be together
But the dream has to end
Because when I wake,
You’re still a stranger again.
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