Daphne Dreamt

Daphne dreamt a downpour while I waited on her side porch for her to wake up from her slumber – there were heavy clouds above her; there were creeks that cried for flooding from the low and lonely valleys while I waited with a matchbox and unopened pack of filters – let her finish off her dreams, let it resolve into some meaning (more than I could ever grant her with my out-of-date romantic thoughts of how love is forever and how all obstacles are never quite enough to keep my love from getting where it needs to be). We would be lucky to get sleep like that.

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~ by perfectionatrix on February 25, 2016.

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