I Am Still Dreaming Of You

Dreams of you litter my mind 

like tattered love notes scattered all across my room. 

They’re all so typical, so ordinary – trips to the store,

 to the park, to the pool or just the two of us on my couch. 

Maybe to the rest of the world, it’s mundane, 

but I think to myself with a wistful smile, 

‘At least we’re together, right? At least, in that moment 

– in that night – I am still yours and you are still mine.’

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