I met him inside my dream again.

Only two of us talking,

He hurts himself again.

A car accident.

I was worried;

he said he was okay.

He told me his stories again;

I did not pay attention,

I did not want to know.

He was upset, and

tried to leave.

I reached out my hand,

“Stay?”, I begged him.

He stayed.

“Do you hate me?”,

I laughed a little.

“I wouldn’t be here if I hated you, Silly”

He smiled, “Well true, then

do you love me?”


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