I’d tell you what inspired this poem, but I think the end of it explains that for me. Enjoy.

Too Good to Be True

There she was,
Smiling at me like she used to.
I stood and stared, flabbergasted.
Then she embraced me with reckless abandon,
And taking my hand, said, “I’m sorry.”
I was paralyzed with joy.
She had remembered the way we were,
And by God’s grace, came back to me.
Overjoyed, I kissed her cheek.
She giggled and blushed just like I remembered.
It was too good to be true—
I awoke to loneliness and a narrow bed.
Dreams are all I have left of her.
If only I could sleep longer…

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