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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dedicate to Lorie Jean Though She'll Never Know Asleep, I cannot escape my love’s depth for you. Awake, I cannot deny my loathing towards you. Confusion and missing settle-stay in my pain’s cliché. Thoughts of you weigh down my moments every day. Long is the time I have spilled grief yet failed its release, but dreams weave my joy strung to net grief’s relief. Asleep, I see us blend as we did easily back then. As before, we pool play, float happily and swim. In sunshine, we decide our age will be just ten as laughter splashes our feel with child-like appeal. In dreams, we cook, play cards, take road trips, critique movies, compete to title older song hits. Our laughter soars until you ‘ink’, and then we laugh more, stopping only when laugh sore. Secrets from one’s lips merit the other’s ears to heart-hear and hold all told in love-lined folds. My feet twitch as I dream-walk to your home and street-met you dream-walking to my own. In dreams I see all I reality-miss; your face, voice, moods, humor and unique attitudes. I live our togetherness, our special groove, in cherished dream scenes of us as still a two. As soon as I first wake, reality steals my happy, smashes the contentment dreams grant me while missing aches swirl colors of lonely. I ponder whether while in your own slumber, you also dream plunder from our past splendor for assistance with your friend-grief ender. ... CayCay January 20, 2018
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