Dreaming About My Own Wife

It wasn’t true. It had to be

Some sort of dreamed up fantasy;

But then I wake up, suddenly,

And find you’re still here next to me

 

It’s strange recalling early days:

It is slow motion, like a haze,

There’s you beneath the sun’s last rays

Those days we set the world ablaze

 

But now it’s dark, and you’re asleep.

It’s strange, the memories we keep,

That come so strong, so bright, so clear,

And make me glad that you’re

Still here

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