Empty Places

In dreams, it’s empty places that I wander
As desolate, desultory I ponder
The hollowness of who I think I am

In my dreams, always, rows of empty seats
As dark door by dim exit sign completes
The surreality of where I am

But peering into gloom, I catch the sweep
Of your swift figure in the shadows there
And though I lie enlocked in deepest sleep
I know it’s only dreams if you are there

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