A shard of memory from dreams
forgotten in the whole
no context for the image left with me
just one fragment of a dream
I see it still, in hazy mind picture
you were embracing me,
your head beside mine, my hand your hair
you wept in this haze of dream
So sorry were you for hurting me
no tongue to voice apology
tears wetting my face, I held your head
hoping it was real, not a dream
When you grow weary of deceiving
pulling the wool over her eyes
there is a room for you here with me
we can take it from there, no dream
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