it just so happen,
that in times like these
i remember that cold afternoon
when i sat at the wooden gate
watching the giant mother pig
herding its piglets
by myself;
you'd come to sit beside me
with not a single word said.
i would wonder
; is there an alternate universe,
where you are free
to wrap your arms around me,
offer me your jacket
and i'm happy to respond
with resting my head on your shoulder?
but this is now;
now is real,
and real is not us.
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