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I used to dream about love.
I guess I still do,
but in a different way.
Now I dream
about who I can love,
instead of who is going to love
me.

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In Dreams

I have this fantasy
where you don’t have a girl
and I win the lottery.

We wouldn’t be extravagant,
just pay off our student loans,
buy a nice home.

Three bedrooms and a garage,
enough space for O to run,
and a swing set and a slide.

Space for an alpaca or two.
You’d get a Firebird
and I the gold Bug.

College funds for the boys.
You could take a year or two off work.
I’d pay for your firefighter training.

I’d probably give the rest away
because I’d be the richest woman alive
with you by my side.

Little Lights

I had a beautiful dream last night,
or at least it started out that way.
You showed up at my house;
I don’t know why, but you stayed.
We laid in the driveway
and talked while we watched the sky.
There were more stars than I knew existed.
And as the universe grew bigger,
the space between us grew smaller.
Almost innocent, yet oh so intimate.
We talked for hours,
until I told you to go home.
The responsible thing to do
because I couldn’t let you do that to her.
But then there was chaos.
I don’t know if you ever made it home;
couldn’t find you
and woke up distressed.
Visit me again while I sleep
and we can pick up where we left off.