Sunday, January 18, 2009

What's the opposite of a hopeless dreamer?

Last night
I came home to find you
waiting in your car
for me.
You wanted to make amends
and I wanted you to
and we did.
I laid it all aside
for you,
I hope you know
what that means.
Things were the way
I knew they could be,
and then I woke up.

I guess all I'm saying
is that I'm still hoping,
I suppose.

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