The Poetry bug has bitten me.

Jan 22, 2007 12:30

Last night I dreamt that you were on an iceberg floating out to sea.
As the world rushed by,
you floated past me.
I reached.
Our hands connected.
I pulled.
I pulled, and you watched.
You watched as our hands parted.
And then I watched as you floated away.
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