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Last night you came over,
Fast asleep, eyes closed.
Breathing deep, you emerge from the
The corners of my mind, and enter
My lungs, my soul.
Sentiment breeds landscape.
A room with two doors  
And no escape, my hands 
Should be empty but they are not.
Your expectant eyes,
Full of so many questions,
Causes my tired soul to gaze
At the faded walls. 
My melancholy fades as I sigh, 
And turn towards you.
You're in the passenger seat
Gazing at the gray farmland
We pass, November.
"What's on your mind?"
"These fields look so tired."
A wistful shake of head.
"So do you."
A sad smile she shares,
My favorite. It's times like this
She seems most mine,
Most fear. My arm a limb
To cling to over precipice.
"I haven't been sleeping."
A gentle caress of shoulder
Follows admission,
No solace, but given freely.
None of it real.
 
If this doesn't exist why 
When I wake,
Do the scars feel fresh?
The void in my heart aches
Where you used to be,
Till I asked you leave.
You are gone, and love
Was supposed to follow.
Do I still live on 
In your dreams?
A regret and a stain-
All that remains of something
So precious, something	 				
Thought to last forever.
And though the years have
Marched on silent
With backs turned, I can still see you-
A retreating shadow at the edge
Of my vision.
When will the years blind me
Enough to to hide you from my mind,
Keep your form so far removed,
That your name escapes me.
So that when you visit,
And we walk hand in hand
In our world of dream, 
My only thought will be,
"Who is this Mystery beside me?"
Wishing that you were real,
And that when my eyes opened
To greet the world,
I could hope to meet you,
Know your name,
Feel your love,
Forever.

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