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lately

i have found you in my dreams

alive, well

broken, but not to my eye

in my dreams i always manage to find you

in that miraculous second that he’s left you alone

and i become your hero

swooping in to save you from your murderous husband

he is strong, and violent, in a rage, and i am terrified

but we run, and we escape

speeding down the hill, flying out of town

and you are safe

these dreams are nice thoughts

but they only expose my crushing guilt for

not being able to do more while you were

earth-bound

i get lost in your smile, your curly black hair

and think - this time -

you are actually here

and i hope that all this time he’s only hidden you away from me

but instead

i wake in my bed

still down here

you, up there

both of us waiting

waiting

waiting...

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Two poems I thoroughly enjoyed this week:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/y9zg64/holy_ghost_of_ecstasy_and_relief/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/yaszyk/separated_by_birth/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf