
i close my eyes, reach for you in the tiny corner of my mind, and you’re there,
so vivid i can feel the warmth of your hand,
hear the cadence of your voice against my skin.
i almost reach out,
until morning light spills through the curtains
and reminds me
you were only ever mine in the dark.
wake up.
you’re still dreaming.
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