I should have been awake
not dreaming.
They warn, 'if it is too good to be true...'
But is that not the definition of love?
A familiar, costly mistake -
when dreams walk in daylight,
when thoughts bring breath up short.
The storm roars, the sky cries -
rain falls faster than tears can
and still not fast enough.
Still not fast enough.
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