Broken down reverie
haunting some distant memory
that contains our souls.
Not that they're caught
but that's what they want,
to exist in the place that was ours.
Dawdle there for pleasure's sake.
Sit on front porch swings
and watch fireflies dance
around the yard in some ceremonial trance.
It wasn't romance, if anything
there was innocence in the air
that we breathed in with laughter,
and so this is what it means
to wish sweet dreams...



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