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A Dream

I can't sleep peacefully anymore, 
Because every day ends with a reminder 
That you are not here. 
Yesterday, I dreamt of you,
You were sitting beside me, 
In a room full of people. 
I was hugging you, 
With my head against your shoulder. 
Warm, light as a feather, 
I held you in my arms. 
I whispered something in your ear,
And I heard you laugh,
As lines of laughter hid your wrinkles,
You seemed to grow younger, 
And I saw your beautiful smile once again.
I looked up, 
No one else in the dream room 
Seemed to realise your presence. 
Doubt crept into my mind, 
How could you be present here, 
When you didn't exist anymore?
When I looked again, 
You had disappeared. 
There one minute, gone the next, 
Just like on that fateful day. 
I woke up, 
Arms empty, heart heavy, 
And eyes filled with tears.

- Pavithra Seshadri 

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