“Nightmare”

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There probably
is no getting
over it.

My mind
may have accepted
the fact
that you’re
gone
but
in the middle
of the night
or in the break
of day
I would suddenly
remember you
vividly,
as if you’re just
there
in the next room
sleeping.

So I would just
sink my face
in my palms
and rub my forehead,
because it’s still
so surreal.
But there is no
waking up
from this
nightmare.

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