I called to you,
timid at first and then hoarse from the echoes.
I thought you had gone.
I found myself calling to you from our bedroom,
and you looked haunted.
“A dream”, I said from a dream,
“A dream without you in the nothingness of life.”
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I called to you,
timid at first and then hoarse from the echoes.
I thought you had gone.
I found myself calling to you from our bedroom,
and you looked haunted.
“A dream”, I said from a dream,
“A dream without you in the nothingness of life.”