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Aug 2011
You were in my dreams
I was in your hands.
We were sitting-
on red velvet seats watching,
timeless as the ocean's turning.

I twirled around
past the buoys,
trying to impress the others-
but you had left in a wave.
Then, even Nobody was gone

Had better things to do
than make time to see through
the salt.

Maybe I was invisible;
perhaps a shell
cast aside from its imperfections
or ignored-
until I slice someone's feet till they bleed.
Even my dream
couldn’t take the truth.

We had gone our separate ways.

Swimming through corridors that led to rooms
which connected to rushing hallways, and sequestered
bathrooms with double doors.

No doors block lamentation I learn—
I just rush by corridors to balconies
outside. I find a pool of all I’ve ever yearned
to be and tumult as a shell would through a storm's current
and no one was looking. I felt you were somewhere
and—
I was somewhere,
but—
Now ‘we’ were gone somewhere forever, sinking in the houses of our dreams.
Written by
Michelle Davy
637
   Doug Dombrowik
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