Mistaken Identity
He was nothing like expected,
sure he matched the description
of the contents of her dream but
he was different somehow
Mislead and disappointed she
wondered why it felt so important
at the time, where minutes don't
matter in the length of a day
that never ends in remembrance.
He could not compete with his rival
that urged her to let him go and
continue to wait, for it was a
case of mistaken identity.
The real man was still in hiding.
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