some time, during the night
while the full moon waned warmth
our hands reached for each other
I do not know whose hand moved first
even in the midnight,
when our minds are lost
in fairy tales and ghost stories
our fingers
on instinct
know home
you said you dreamed of seeing me from a distance
that I appeared happy
it was your way of saying you were letting me go
it was my way of hearing you had given up
you can't blame everything on a dream
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