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Phantom

In her dreams
he is real,
as real as her hand
beneath her right temple.

But when she wakes,
when she sips her morning cup of coffee,
he is a phantom

or a promise
made with no intention
of being kept.

In her dreams,
he looks at her
as though she is real;
as though she can be read
like a book;

as though her heart
is full of meaning
and purpose

instead of dew
that dissipates
in the sun by mid-morning.

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