studying memories of you,
cycling them in my head,
I wish to live the life
Imaged in my bed.
Lying awake,
hours on end,
creating a world
we live happily in.
I know you aren’t there,
and every morning the same,
wake up to pronouns…
never your name.
“I wish to live the life imagined in my bed” – don’t we all?
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