In my dream we meet again
How are you are you well
Well as I have every been
You were crouching down
Touching the ground
I'm growing tulips now you said
I'm not really dead
I plan on visiting Brazil
And I remembered it
Was on your bucket-list
Later that day was I
Still dreaming a hawk
Swept into the yard
Landing on the trellis
Calmly side-eyeing me
Gone as quickly as it came
Here in the city of dreams
Where we live now sometimes
I call your name
And hear you calling mine
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