Today was my birthday, remember?

Last night I dreamed of you.

Your hair was not grey, but the colour

of straw.  You looked more tired

than I imagined; an oversight

on my part I realised.  Softly

I kissed your cheek and you

dissolved into the nebulae of the night.

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