Between Dreams
In the small hours
of the night
when I find myself
awake
between dreams
wrapped in the darkness
of my room
I wonder if she is awake too
thinking of me
or is she sleeping
and dreaming of me
the way I dream of her
every time
I close my eyes
Don McGonigal
February 18 2004 @ 2am
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