Dreams

Once, we slept little
and
moved around often,

chasing ambitions
and
seizing the long days.

Now, we sleep little
and
haunt the nights

looking for signs of life
and
who we used to be.

At night we write
and
overthink the future;

in the day we sleep
and
peel back the layers.

One day I slept too long
and
peeled back your dreams –

the colour had
drained
from the images.

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