you’re with me, but i don’t know you
i should
and i want to
but i can’t place your name or your face
i don’t recognize your smile or the sound of your voice
but the outline of you i know
the essence of who you are
and what you might represent
these i know
i have lived in this dream before
this dream of you and i talking
speaking of familiar and mundane things
as if you are a part of my everyday
and i am your most trusted companion
but even as i manage to keep
up my end of the conversation
i am really only thinking about,
wondering,
who you are
and why you are here
and where you will go when i awake
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