January 5, 2018

She came to me...


She came to me in a dream,
but she wasn't there.
She had been there, but she was already gone when we were talking.
We talked about her fun, her laugh, her love,
and how we missed her.
Memories crashing down upon us from a
Time that was another world for all of us.

She had come to you in this same dream,
but she wasn't there
and yet she was still with us.
We knew from her presence that things would
be alright, that we would be alright.
Memories washing over us, of many worlds
reminding us how she still loves us.

We laid down the books filled with memories
and walked down the beach, our hands
in hers.

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