Moje Laska
You sit beside me with a pen in hand,
Taking notes.
Our arms brush gently,
A fleeting touch
And a spark ignites.
Late at night,
My thoughts wander to you.
Memories of what happened
And what could be.
I speak with my voice,
You speak with your eyes.
When I have nothing to say,
We communicate through silence.
You make me laugh
When no one else can.
You bring light to my darkness,
Color to my paleness,
Hope to my life.
My mind drifts, and suddenly
You are there,
Your arms around me,
Whispering softly,
Telling me,
“Relax.”
And then, I awake.
You are gone;
I am alone.
It was just a dream.
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