Misty

I had a dream

that I rode home with my family

or off somewhere, but the car

and the setting sun sky

and our laughter was home.

I was home then,

warm home,

and I was misty.

when I woke up I cried,

took in the dream

and missed them

and cried

and it was cold

and I’m misty.

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MLE

Amazing.

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