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Dream of Love

I remember you, the you you've never met.

The one I've made up in my dreams and awake.

It's the only way I've ever been able to have you.


Feel you live, feel your touch, feel you and your entirety so much that now I know how it feels to have you without ever actually having you.

I already know.


Counting the scenarios, a million ways on all the days I can dream,

my attempt to trick fate into fixing this mistake

changing everything I can possibly conceive into everything conceivable.

Just you.


So much time has passed but you've not aged a day dream.

Our first lives begin at this stage.

We were, we are, still teenagers.


Just falling into those desperately fast

almost panicked days

which leave us dazed as dizzying dances of us connect and circle in my brain

because nothing else matters but you.


I don't need to worry about the ever changing complexities of 'life' because I've already made countless ones for us and

nothing else matters but you.


It's not even us,

Just you.


The you I've created or the you you know,

they must be one of the same because I need it to be.

Just you.


In-between my dreams and awake,

in that softer, somehow slower state,

there is a space where I create the times that's everything we need to just,

be.


You.

And me.


(Larna Bobby Lou)

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