The Wrong Dream

I hate to admit it but tonight I miss you.

Even though it doesn’t matter,

Even those these feelings are wrong.

I miss otherworlds where we were even a sliver

Of a possibility.

I have gotten so use to this void

To the emptiness in your absence except

Like tonight when I miss you

And I always miss you.

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