he was in my living room
cute as ever
sitting in a chair
dark, long-sleeved, v-neck shirt
hair perfect
everything about him was perfect.
I changed in the kitchen,
told him not to look.
to which he so very rudely replied,
"Why would I want to?"
the animosity was tangible,
could be cut
with the dullest of plastic cutlery.
I don't know why, but this dream made an impact.
was closure too much to ask for?
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