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I Wish it Was a Dream

A Poem

I wish it was a dream, where everything comes true. I wish I was able to go back where the pub was at, I would go in and I would have a beer, a cigarette, a kiss from a stranger, a handshake, a smile from a woman that was to close and too far at the same time.

I wish I was able to go back in time once again where I would meet my old friends, we would laugh, we would talk, we would drink, we would smoke, we would remember.

I wish I was able to go back in time in order to be young again, to feel how a young person feels, to breath the first breeze of the morning with an open window, the first sound of birds saying good morning.

I wish I was back in reality once again, in order to remember to myself that after living for a while, it gets better.

I cannot wish anymore, there are no stars falling out from the sky, I only have her eyes staring at me, I have only this moment to grab on to not let go and while you read these words, time goes by and doesn’t come back. I wish I could be this text and be read, remembered, attached to this reality, forever in the mind of the reader, of the one that understand the essence between the lines.

Visit me when I am gone old friend, I won’t move from that eternal silenced place, play the song that you know I liked, I will be listening, smoke the cigarette that you know I wish I could be smoking with you, the beer, the air.

I have a million of reasons to leave but one to stay and that’s the meaning of life. I don’t want to live forever, I just don’t want to be forgotten.

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