By kevin urenda
Date: 12 February 2001
a bad dream
Her heart moved away
while I was at summer camp
and I dreamt away
the next few months of
my life curled up on her
empty stoop
The memories should have
blown away like
the leaves of the trees
whose loans of shade
were now called due
by the cold autumn wind
but slowly I began
to dream of another
a fair lover I had
never met and would
probably never see
It was a dream
tinged with a sadness
I could not name
until I awoke to
a morning filled with you
and suddenly the dreams
the memories
burned off like fog
in the heat of your love
11/29/00
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