A Perfect Day?

Dawn sun muted by falling rain,
Droplets patter on the window pane.
Beside me she sleeps, slumbering still,
A moment I watch her sleep, until,
I dress and I wander into the dawn.
I wander the streets, alone, forlorn.

By chance I meet a friendly face,
Together we walk the quiet streets,
Still others join us, all old friends,
Conversation ’til we reach the end,
Of streets of sorrows where we seek,
An old cinema where we rest and speak.

A screen flickers, reflecting in our eyes,
Replaying the soundtrack of our lives.
The sleeper awakes and joins us all,
Meeting those she does not recall.
Throughout the day all seems redeemed,
‘Till the sun drops low and we return to dreams.

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