i never really had you
just kind of grazed your skin with my fingers for a while
drank black coffee out of your mugs
walked barefoot through your cave
and then you disappeared
into the upper peninsula of your thoughts
never really held your hand
other than behind closed doors
or kissed you on a busy street corner
or called you sweetheart
living the dream
a friend once told me
a surreal kind of like, or lust, or love
a calculated balance of the aforementioned
i guess it was a dream
i did never really live it
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