"i met her once again"
- and the moon speaks again
- Apr 20, 2021
- 1 min read
She first came to me as a dream,
then a shadow,
then a small figure in the distance.
Her familiarity penetrated my mind
but I do not think I ever realized
quite why my eyes stung
and my mouth dried.
She offered me a sip of water
and I refused with a stern face
and a shake of my head
but she refused to relent.
I sipped the water
from her glass tainted with fingerprints
and the world spun around me.
Black dots covered the world
until I felt at peace with it,
and I drifted into my dreams
where I met her once again.
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