Written by Shelly Moore

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High school boyfriend
I dreamt of you.
My subconscious dug
Like archeologists do.
Deep in dark crevices
Hidden from view.
It played like a movie,
My best memory of you.
Two kids giggling
Under sheets powder blue.
Innocent and giddy,
As teenagers do.
I wonder if you dream,
As I sometimes do,
Of what life might be like
If I still knew you.

(Just a fun little poem I wrote this morning when I woke up. I’ve always wished it was socially acceptable to let people know when you’ve dreamt of them… Perhaps they’ve dreamt of you, too. ♥️)