Happier Illusion

I get a mental picture of you when I close my eyes. Green and wonderful. The thought of you always enters my brain, Pulling me toward a happier illusion, of what we could be.

But it is always a dream. A fantasy that I have created. Giving me hope that our relationship is not in the grave.

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