4.8.11

A Dream Quiescent

It is better to be dreaming than alone,
she whispered in my ear like splinters
of wood. I gazed into the reflection of her
standing behind me, that abysmal
darkness, and I saw the smile she
imprinted on the wall as if the next three
hours would pass without existing.
A new life is waiting, she whispered again,
calling me from sleep, Together
we'll walk without waking, quiescent.

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