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When I Wake

A short poem about the light someone brings, and the morning that comes after.

sometimes i dream of you and me, of the dark i lived in and the warmth you brought, like someone leaving a light on just for me, of everything we were and everything we couldn’t be.
and when i wake, the morning light comes in, but it isn’t yours, and i find myself wondering if you were ever really mine, or if you were always just a dream.