Weaving Dreams

When he's asleep,
Is the moment I wake up,
To talk to the real me,
The one not made up.

Not that I am not
Real for him in reality
But a broken full
While with him
A complete half

I wake up
To write the words
Those are unspoken
And yet known
To both of us

Just so that
I go back to sleep
Being all of his
When he wakes up

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