I dreamt of you.
Lost in a crowd of thousand voices.
The air in my lungs weren't enough
to pierce through the sound of oppression.
So I prayed for your eyes to meet mine.
And you did look my way.
Tears of recognition blurred those lovely eyes.
We met halfway; you with a watery smile,
me with relieved tears.
You ran into my embrace and
I held you tight, soothing your fears
and calming the rage bubbling beneath.
I woke up in my room.
I'm warm and safe.
You aren't.
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