In a simple room
with its red painted sill
and dark blue walls
I dreamt of you.
Cradling each memory
fearing if loosed
would drift
I held on tight.
Covered with thick
hopelessness
silently I searched
for reprieve.
Reluctantly
packed away
priceless treasures
from sight.
Masking walls
with colors of green
blocking pain
from seeping through.
Needing a dream
to be dreamt again...
comes hope
for a simple room.
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