I had a bad dream
Of which you were no part
It scared me to see no you
But I thought maybe you were asleep
Like you always are when I say something
Maybe my dreams sensed something
Maybe they heard of the gentle clouds crying,
But what terrified me the most
Was not of what I had, but what I’d lost
I notice that you want out
I’ve been feeling this for quite some time
But how do I tell this to my sore heart?
The one that believes that you still love me
While I am more pragmatic, more realistic,
We’re both sitting quietly now
I put my hand around you sensing no restraint
But I remove it quickly, perhaps too quickly
I know the truth and have accepted it too
But would you mind telling this to my naive heart?
It’s out there somewhere,
Adamant that it will eventually find you.

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