Poetry · Writing

Day Dreaming

I see you

in my dreams we dance to no music

holding each other close. I never

want this song to end. I never

want to leave this bed.

I see you

in random faces passing in the street

holding another close

buying a pajamas for them. So they

don’t have to leave this bed.

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