I dream of you
I see your face in solitude.
And you're here
Standing there
See the wind flying through your hair.
And suddenly, it comes to me
I remember all we used to be
And I wonder
Do you ever think of me?
And yet I stay
Out if sight
And you, none the wiser.
But I was there
In the shadows
Seeking proof that you really do live
Outside of my imagination.
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