Many years have passed
since I last saw you.
Though we haVe almost never spoken,
and you do not know me,
you smile and meet my eyes
as you come through the door.
Sitting beside me,
you touch my arm,
lingering.
We talk a long time,
trying to share who we are and
where we have been.
I wake to my beautiful,
real life,
and wonder if you
ever dream
about me.
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