I dreamt you were needing me
the same way the moon needs
the lights down.
I pictured myself in sh e er
as you were noticing.
I want to remember when you reached for me
the way a child reaches
for there mothers hand
-crossing a busy street.
As far as my interest in the discovery of locating perfect nooks and the luck of a layover...
I'm alone.
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