You come up in my dreams
Every now and again,
And you're different to how I remember you.
In fact,
It isn't you.
Why is this other person visiting me?
They're everything I want you to be
And at the same time,
They're everything else.
The dreams are comforting
In an uncomforting way,
And I expect you will keep coming up in them,
Every now and again.
I'm not sure what I want to say.
I wish I could ask you.
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