Do you promise?

Don’t believe the promises

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I still dream about you every night.

Your touch, your taste, you within my space.

My home, my heart, my heater.

My blanket.

You cover me in my dreams,

you keep me warm.

Away from this cold and crowded world — your warmth encompasses my soul in slumber, but then I wake in a wave of sadness;

Why did you turn into the world?

You left me alone and became the cold you promised you never would.