Pretending that you are sleeping
you try to drag the time in your dream
and hide me there with you.
Sad I sit next to the window
which I want to open
and see that it is Sunday
but outside- cold and unknown people.
You sleep pretending
that you are not noticing me
when I wake up to leave
dreamless, speechless, confused...
Pretending that you don't know
that I'm not coming back
your look follows me till the end...
Is this end...?
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