Last Night I Dreamed…
You were trying to tell me something.
It seemed so familiar but in a place not recognized.
Was it a warning?
They mean good luck.
Thought I had it.
Then she vanished.
Couldn’t stop crying.
These monsters are real.
And the longer I rode, the smaller it became.
Tried to hide it in the sink.
Embarrassed because she knew.
Did you forget something?
It’s very still.
It didn’t end here.
At a playground after dark.
Couldn’t see your face but knew it was you.
The Village East Vanishing.
Just like a shrine.
They couldn’t help.
A happy place.
Lived here but it wasn’t home.
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For some reason Buffalo ’66 comes to mind and I like that.
Ohhh I like that Ashlea!