I remember
she said she saw me in a dream
and when she did
for a moment her eyes would soften
against a backdrop of
dailies and dinners
she bore the trends and trials
she has a laugh
of luxury
where hope lingered
along with me
it all boiled down to
me
spinach salad and soup
where despite the truth
of separation and sequesters
I only wished the best
for her
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