Ryan,
I see you best when I'm asleep, where promises are mine to keep.
You hold my hand and say you stay, and dawn does not steal you away.
In waking life, you walk ahead, and I keep words I should have said. You smile at me but not for long, then fade into another song.
In dreams you're mine, in truth you're gone, yet both feel real at break of dawn. I let you go a thousand times, but still you live in silent rhymes.
Only in my dreams.
Victoria
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