I Slept Through It All

Love is like a blindfold
I touch, without seeing, I feel everything
And I can't see myself
Getting old
(Older)
Somehow not, so much bolder
As I was before
In another country
With some other girl (?)
Was it just a dream
Or a memory
If not one, then the other
Make me wonder then, love
Humor me.
If this, too, is a dream
Or a memory?

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There is a stop and go method of reading poems. See if you can make this one sing in your head.