You visited my mid-night dream.

I woke up

thinking about you

and its funny because

you haven’t

visited my mind

for what feels like

a million years

but the truth is

just last week

you walked through

my mid-night dream:

the City losing sparkle,

your long black hair

caught in the collar

of a jacket 

three times your size.

I searched for your smile

beneath a charcoal scarf 

(the one you got the last time

we were together) 

and remembered sadly that

you’d forgotten how,

at least with me. 

That’s the kind of

mid-night dream

that lingers

for what feels like

a million years.



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