Yesterday, I missed the woman I’ve not met
I drove down long roads listening to sad songs
Wishing that I could outrun her memory
Last night I made love to her in my sleep
The feel of her soft fingertips on my deep dreams
As her murmurs of pleasure fill my head
Today I thought I saw her reflection in my mirror
She smiled at efforts to remain calm
Her scent surrounded me fogging the glass.
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