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She would talk for hours
Of how much se hates the filthy air
That surrounds her night dreams
Of how much she loves the melody,
The soundtrack of her daydreams.

We would read together
I would wait til she finishes reading
The page we share.
I read so fast
And she is such a slow reader.

We wouldn’t talk much anymore
There would be no need to
We would know
We wouldn’t need words
Language would be ours
And we wouldn’t share it with anyone else
It would be ours.
Of us two.

But she does not stay,
She leaves,
She is leaving.
Know what?
She says she’s tired.
She’s got to take a train.
We’ll meet any other day,
If I don’t mind.