A February Morning
I had a dream last night that I saw
you at the shopping mall. I, as an
unemployed man, panhandling, and
playing guitar to make money for
soup and a sandwich. You, a beautifully
average girl, something struck me as
special.
Somehow, we knew eachother, between
the way you looked at me and the way
I looked back at you, there was no need
for words, we hugged like two lovers in a
train station upon a spouses return.
To prove my love for you, I carved your
name into my guitar, I loved that guitar,
I loved you.
I awoke, to my alarm, my parents wishing
eachother a happy valentines day.
I didn't want to go to school.
poem by Ben Myles
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