| Not really a poem, but... I drempt about you last night, I hugged you and felt the warmth, I kissed you as if it was the first and last time. You stared into my eyes as if you've never seen anything else so real. My heart was racing as if the dream was blending with reality. I saw you smile, just like you used too. Then before you faded away, I heard the words "maybe tomorrow".
How fickled that such a dream could feel so real, to the point where you wake up..and not know where you are, what time it is, and even what day it is.
Last week I got a fortune cookie that said "Your secret desire to completely change your life will manifest." I wonder, what it means...if its not ment to be, then why do these signs that haunt my eyes continue to slip by, or are they merely hints of an untold future that does not seem believable, when events of a past does not seem to add up.
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