i loved her when she slept
perfect,
framed in light blue stillness
a quiet beauty,
not passing judgement or doubt
i could watch for hours
trying to get a taste from the subtle movements of her jaw
but i failed to penetrate her subconscious
before she awakened with a glare of guilt in her eyes
was i ever in her dreams?
myself,
i'm incapable of dreaming
now that she's gone
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