Dreams of Them

So surreal they are,
To wake up
To empty longing.
The way things never were
Evermore
Forever heart and mind.
Intertwined
With wishes and kisses
And calls that never come.
Yet, always ring true.
Whoever…You, were, are…
What’s to be?
It’s not you,
It’s me.
But us.
Existing in moments
Of Everywhere.

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