Day Dreams of Reality

The littlest things

set me on spirals

through winding thoughts

of her

 

Imagining us

together

sitting on the beach

again

looking out

over the horizon

as waves crash

by our feet

 

We are not there

we are thousands of miles

apart

yet the idea

of being beside her

brings me peace

 

How did I

get to be

so lucky

 

-POE(MS)

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