
you were then, the age i am now–
i think about this in the dark and
scoop your image from my memory–
your young children will be grown,
your hair, fully silver–
of course when i meet you in my dream later that night,
we are as we were–
and i am desired once again
Memories and dreams: Good or bad, they happen. –Curt
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Exactly right. 🙂
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