Last night I stopped dreaming of you,
You did not see me huddled in the corner
whispering your name in pain and anguish.
You did not see how my last teardrop
traced the sadness from my face,
rolled down into a glass of wine
that stood by me in my dark place.
A teardrop mingling among the spirits
a solution stirring up the awkward silence
highlighting the absurdities of being in love
a state of confusion so magnificent.
Last night I stopped dreaming with you
my world explained...I just couldn't help it.
Dion
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