since we last spoke
but I think I'm fading.
I've been dreaming -
dreaming thoughts
dreaming words
dreaming places.
I've seen my mother and sister
and my roommate on occasion;
the lady who works behind the counter at Peirce
and the one who cleans up the floor;
the man who talks to the sky
and his dog.
Is it so bad
if I dream of you?
if I dream of life?
if I dream of possibility?
It's only been days
since we last spoke.
I'm not here
anymore.
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