Dayn Schulman

The Western Brink

I still love you,
like I love my dreams that
I wake from and
cannot remember.

I love you
like the fall seasons and colors
that I am not a part of
here on the western brink.

I still love you
although our Love for eachother is
suspect, and trembling,
and worthy of late night scattered poetry.

I love you
even in the times
that my dreams reveal
that which I'd rather choose not to know.

I love you so much,
that I will not sleep,
and I will not let go,
because to do so,
would be....

Oh, these dreamy times,
I'd rather awaken from
to find that the dream,
or what we thought
was not a dream
was not real.

 

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