Say you it was Real
Real in the Dark
Where the weeds grow through asphalt
In thoughts and visits of dreams
Between you and me
Stands your companion
As real as rain on my windshield
For me to deny
As I sit in the remnants
With only my breath
Until I felt what I didn't know
Where air became quietly crisp, familiar
Love, unhurried and reliable
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