In my dreams I dream of you

the softest spot in my heart is reserved for you

across the hall & past the shells you used to collect as a kid

stands a velvet sofa

and pictures of all the times i told you i love you (they clutter the room; do not blame me for being sentimental)

where we can sit, and just for a little while

the world goes quiet

and the only things still existing

are a little you

and a little me

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