Too many things to write and treasure
Even forgot a few, now that it's time
She was in the dream last night, drifting apart
Before I could stop her, I woke up
I didn't give up; kind of!
Coz she already did, to a different place
So I texted her;
A first, from the time she left - a long time ago or not?
We spoke about our dreams
Her dinner was ready and my day was, too!