I had a dream about you last night.
You were cold, so I gave you a blanket & I was in bed with your two best friends;
you were asleep on my floor.
I stayed as close to you as possible, but I was happy because you were happy.
Something in your eyes kept me awake & we smiled weakly, no questioning as to why you were here.
I couldn't help but admit to myself how much I missed you, how much I might always miss you.
But I was happy because you were happy;
and in the latter thought, I wondered how long it would be until we met again.
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