Are You a Dream
If I
opened my
eyes or pinched
myself, will you
still be there
Would I
still be able
to write this
poem, expressing
to you my care
Would I
still be able
to think of
you, as often
as I do
Could I
still come
by and see
your face and
simply talk to you
For if
one night I
were to wake
and find you
were a dream
To find
the joy that
I once sought
was not how I
had deemed
My days
would be
abandoned then,
a nightly heart
I’d keep
For if
you did live
in my dreams,
forever I would
sleep
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