My dreams and I used to be a tight-knit unit
Woven; Intertwined; we held and carried the same purpose
Like twins at birth — inseparable: we set the same course
Together, we made our share of mistakes and misinformed decisions
And on occasion, we also triumphed in our pursuits
My dreams and I; see we don’t talk anymore. I lost them.
You know how it is!? It’s easy to lost track, even of those you love
Dream-tempters show up — they tear us apart and leave a rowdy wake
We go our separate ways. And we are mature about it. Mostly.
Sometimes I really do miss my dreams.
I miss their courage, their unrelenting hope, their positivity, their company
…I hardly remember what they were like any more
I mostly just wonder where they went off to, and how they are.
Colorado ¦¦ May 2, 2018
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