Meeting People in Dreams

I wonder how many nights she'll be there
that I won't remember.

I've heard those that know more about it than I do
say that it could be every night.

So I'll wake up every morning from now
never knowing how close I really got.

Perhaps she'll never be there.
Perhaps we'll never meet again.
I can't even be sure of that which I wish truer.

But in the end, it'll never really matter
as long as here and there and then
remain what they are.

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