I wish he were here again.
My mind might have betrayed me if it weren't for his kindness.
But I must not loose myself within thoughts like this.
How curious it is I've dreamed so much about him.
But not of the former.
Never did I have dreams as vivid.
If only I could remember what happened in them
I might be able to make sense of it all.
What does it mean to dream
about a love never seen?
What does it mean to lack
a dream of the once lived?
-Natalia Leonard
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