I dreamt of finally talking to you.
your almost-mechanical smile, now hidden in my dying brown wallet
as a pocket-sized artifact,
rippled into a clumsy giggle
against the noise of the morning rush.
I can only hold my breath for too long to savor the echo for breakfast.
"the greatest thing since The Smiths
and peanut butter", I teased.
I forgot to ask where we are,
if you have found yourself now.
I was not brave enough to bargain
for answers, but
restraint is never my strongest suit.
so I stirred my coffee, clanking
the sides of the cup with my spoon
nervously hinting that we've ran
out of sugar this early.
I never really knew how the dream ended
or we,
but I choose not to know now.
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