We have long conversations
And share happy and sensuous times
And I give you my love and protection
And passion and romance and laughter,
In my head.
But sometimes it just feels so real
Like perhaps it has already happened.
When I realize it hasn’t, won’t ever
My sadness can come out as anger.
I am sorry.
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