Evereep Almost Real

One year out of three
Does one at such a pace sleep
Or dream wide awake?

It overwhelms me
To think you might dream of me
Even as I you

That you called the fault
Like a crack to be mended
Amidst pressure points

So I don't shatter
But this time just broke in half
Easily sewn up

My edges still sharp
My name and face remembered
My eyes shine at yours

You suggest the town
If "town" it can still be called
Knows this name as well

That you he and they
Speak in sets and all at once
That dreamer might wake

You too speak alone
Suggesting abundance of
Our time together 

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