Do you remember when I walked in and cried on your desk for hours?

You don’t because it was a dream but I do because it was a dream.

Do you remember when I lay my head on your shoulder and you said it was alright and you held me close?

You don’t because it was a dream.

But I do because it was a dream.

Do you remember lying awake with me

I’m sorry I woke you

No, it was okay you listened half asleep.

No, but I do.

Do you remember the time I fired a gun and agonised over it for months

The awful feeling of it, the recoil the

I’d never fired a gun,

But I remember hating the feeling.

Do you remember trying to swim across the strait because

It was a dream and damn it I was tired of the island.

When you fly over it, it’s so small but sometimes the wings don’t quite get me off the ground

It was a dream.

I can tell you the dreams I had,

But I can’t tell you the days I had.

I don’t remember.

They’re gone.

But I remember the dreams.

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