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I’ve been having dreams

about you lately. They always

end with our bodies pressed

together, and with my hands

searching for a place

inside of you that I can

call home. But before I can

find safety, I wake up

to the empty side of my bed

that you used to fill.

When my mother asks me

if I am depressed, points out

that I have been sleeping

a lot more than usual,

I tell her no. And I tell myself

that if this is the only way

that I will ever be able

to be with you again, I will

spend the rest of my life

with my eyes shut,

and my mind filling the void

of a hopeless reality.