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Dreaming and you

I went into that same awful dream.

That sad night movie still repeating

to this trapped audience.

 

Our empty bed long recoiled

from the warm spot where you once slept.

The house bereft of everything

but the dust of our together days.

Nothing to hear but the beat of my breath,

the breeze that diluted your scent centuries ago.

 

Then you shake me awake

‘Are you OK my love? Was it that dream again?’

◄ Dawn by the river

Memories of a warmer solstice ►

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