I dreamt of lola last night.
She was beautiful as ever,
her smile made her glow.
I had been crying tht night,
but when I saw her,
I was glad.
Very much so.
I knew both
it was just a dream,
and she was already gone,
yet I wasn’t afraid,
how could I?
That moment I was happy.
Really, really happy.
Finally, I could talk to her,
someone who also has a soul.
I was sobbing
the moment I opened my mouth,
and still she smiled,
serene and calm as always.
I can’t recall her words—
the dream ended too soon.
All I remember
was me saying:
“Please, lola, take me with you.”
And now, awake,
I realize the difference.
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