I see you in daydreams.
Awakened by the simplest nostalgia.
The smell of pine
& I see all the knots well worn into the floor
where our Christmas tree goes every year.
That song on the radio
& I see dancing around our bedroom
Tipsy on the promise that this will get better.
The taste of root beer
& I see friendships made of gold.
The kindness of kings is fickle.
it’s bittersweet for a reason.
I put up our Christmas tree alone.
I was too dizzy to see I was dancing on my own.
And those friendships had loyalty only to you.
I see you in daydreams.
But I rememdber the reality too
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