Pendulum

And again, I dreamt of you. I don’t remember much of what else the dream entailed, except that I saw only you. You were smiling — not like the way you left, but like the day we met.

You were happy, and so was I. Like a cassette I replayed what stories my mind told me to, what I chose to believe in. But I woke up, cold and alone once more, surrendering to your absence.

And again, in the pendulum of consciousness, I wondered if you were dreaming of me too.

 

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