I dreamt I dreamt I was talking
to myself
and then woke
to find myself alone
I thought
and then she came
to me
overloaded with love
and distress
like a laundress
carrying too much
and her kisses
told me
about what wasn't there
and my head
spun on the nothing
and how far it was I thought
that blessed release that eternal
sleep.
Best
Dave
David Bircumshaw
Leicester, England
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