Fogged up mirror

Fogged up mirror

In my sleep I dream of white blustery clouds
Whispers of waves crashing down on sea shells
I awoke to the melody of my silent alarm
In my dream you were still asleep in my arms

If there could be awards for awkward moments
My walls would be filled with trophies and more
The floor in my kitchen is cold as sea ice
So I wonder if the furnace has finally died

My dream still lingers on the tip of my tongue
I wanted to say something but you’ve already gone
So I squeeze out some toothpaste and draw out a smile
And realize the fogged up mirror was hiding denial

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