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A girl named Kate

I had never known anyone named Kate,
yet she met me in a dream.
I was completely won over by her looks
which I don't remember now
and the sound of her voice that I forget.
Her British accent and her eyes
are what I remember though
and the fact that she was beautiful,
so beautiful that if beauty was inches,
she'd go on for miles.
I am not the man who believes in destiny,
I am not the man who believes in love,
but when I'm with her it changes me
for better
or for worse, I am yet to know.
Since then I've had this urge
to sleep again,
to dream again,
to meet her again.
She was like no one I'd ever met
and probably ever will
That dream left in my heart
but one wish
if only I could meet her again
be it in my imagination I don't care.
We talked, she laughed
She had that certain
je ne sais quoi.
she flicked her hair back
and that was the moment
I felt the lights go low;
that was the moment
I felt the time move slow;
that was the moment
the background played, "Wish you were here"
by Pink Floyd.
Suddenly it was silent
so silent, I could hear a heartbeat.
She held my hand so tightly
and I felt this gush of wind pass through me
and a light shining brightly
She faded away in that bright light
I woke up, I was in my room
alone and Kate was nowhere in sight.
A painful realisation came over me
What a shame that even
the sweetest dreams end
with only morning to blame.

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