Last night I dreamed about you.
In the present.
Everything seemed the way it should be.
They way I imagined it when you moved here.
But my fallacy of you is not at all true.
You arrived like a thief in the night. Like Jesus with all the glory.
And I am here standing like a disciple wanting to be in your image.
We are magnets in my delusion. But there was a time where it was true. A moment in time.
You are here now. And you came like a thief in the night. And I am lost.
Because in the dream you cared about me. And how I treated you.
But my eyes are open.
And I’m just standing here. Like a disciple. All insecure.
10/27/2022
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