LL - Hello Poetry

I had a long and cold dream from a sleep so heavy, so deep: I woke up in the middle of the woods covered in pale mist and in thick shadows a field of fallen leaves veiled in pre-dawn dark the grass beside me bent in your shape and the ground below us still warm from our haste I was standing in the middle of a road stretched without end in a cyclic bend devoid of any movement, of sound, of noise so nothing stopped me from screaming as I remembered being tired and alone I was sailing in the middle of the sea a drift glass on a starry mirror lens when rain came, it shook and shattered that’s when I fell into the water and learned that I didn’t mind the fall so I waited, and I let the waves swallow me whole Then I was beside you, and it wasn’t a dream, not anymore it was a different sea, it was another road but we came back to the same woods and it was just the two of us, when one of us asked the other, don’t you want me here? which one of us I couldn't tell

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Jan 3

Jan 3, 2026 at 8:07 AM UTC

A long and cold dream / Poem

I had a long and cold dream from a sleep so heavy, so deep: I woke up in the middle of the woods covered in pale mist and in thick shadows a field of fallen leaves veiled in pre-dawn dark the grass beside me bent in your shape and the ground below us still warm from our haste I was standing in the middle of a road stretched without end in a cyclic bend devoid of any movement, of sound, of noise so nothing stopped me from screaming as I remembered being tired and alone I was sailing in the middle of the sea a drift glass on a starry mirror lens when rain came, it shook and shattered that’s when I fell into the water and learned that I didn’t mind the fall so I waited, and I let the waves swallow me whole Then I was beside you, and it wasn’t a dream, not anymore it was a different sea, it was another road but we came back to the same woods and it was just the two of us, when one of us asked the other, don’t you want me here? which one of us I couldn't tell

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ᴵ what then shall we do while I wait — for the coffee to kick in — and you ᴼ oh how easily you can walk away — from a lit cig — and from me

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Dec 20, 2025

Dec 20, 2025 at 6:02 AM UTC

Coffee and cig / Sedoka