Across the Way
They lied me back in bed,
cuffing me down.
They said it was all a dream,
a hallucination.
But I saw him.
I saw him standing at the door,
tall and dark.
He talked to me, he was real.
He loves me,
he's real.
Copyright © Alexis Nicole | Year Posted 2015
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