Forget-Me-Not Dreams
Like a cold winter night
I hear thy call my name
Little whispers
“Come play a little game”
The path arises and the pace quickens
The faster I run, the harder it is to see
The tiny white light at the end of the path
I need that forget-me-not
I grew closer and reach out
I stop running
Paralyzed in place
I can no longer quicken my pace
That forget-me-not is within arms reach
Fingers flutter and roam
They aren’t mine
Death is approaching
I gasp as I realized it was all a dream
I hop out of bed
And take a walk in the garden
Holding onto that forget-me-not
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