in my dream, i am there

our little hour
sat by the lake
funeral wake clothes
with broken flower posies held against your nose

you said how 'bout this now
stretched lips were blue
said try to talk to me
and i will talk to you

at this very hour
in our little 
we've only got a 

brushed by the wind
prickled then soothed
dreamed of moving but
time was tight you knew you 
(couldn't choose) 

at this very hour
our little hour 
we have/had 

thoughts in clarity and fleeting
silently sleeping
awkward happiness 
knowing hours
knowing ours

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