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I worked long hours,
The height of boredom, I was there, alone, sitting alone,
My co worker left sometimes and it would just be me there,
Where had I gone? Where had you gone?
I felt the dampness of that warehouse hell,
I felt isolated, and I would walk to the bathroom, drink from the fountain, dry my eyes, my eyes still remained damp.
If I could have left from that ruin.
The work entailed no work for me,
I had nowhere to go, and the cough of my mouth,
I sustained for the day,
I slept in the bed,
Holding onto stuffed bear,
The stuffed sheep resting above my pillow,
I coughed in sleep,
But I fell…
Asleep, and my eyes hit the pillow.
And I saw your eyes in mine,
And I dreamed you from my head.
I saw you in my head,
And I remembered that I wasn’t alone,
And that I never would be.
These days, these long hours, these weeks, these months,
I can see you in my dreams, and I can visit you there,
I can come to your dormitory after work, in my dreams and I can be greeted by your arms and the way you say “goofy” to me, I can clasp you there, in a dream, and I can not let go.
I will go to the work, the hell.
But I will remain content.
For another day has passed.
And another sleep shall come,
Where I can open my eyes inside of my sleep,
And see you with open eyes,
Looking into my pupils.
As if you are staring at me from another world.
But we are one in the same.