By deevaa
Date: 25 December 2000

here, alone with my dream

I wish that somehow, we could be together
But then, I guess my dreams are free.
I just want to be sitting,
cross legged under the tree,
passing out presents
and gathering hugs and kisses,
watching the faces of our children,
as they break into squeals of delight,
as paper gets tugged off gifts,
and love is passed out freely.
I want to be there,
instead of here, alone with my dream.
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