A light, crisp breeze picks up
blows through my hair -
wakes me up -
perhaps for the first time.
I am almost lifted, right off the ground - by the sight of you.
Your eyes - watch me sleep
I am lost in them.
Your lips - perched smiling
I could kiss them and forget all my problems -
all my wasted efforts.
I lie next to you
staring at your endless beauty -
it radiates and sucks me in,
this moment - could be projected and labeled as my life -
but I would not be content.
It's not -
you aren't real.
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