last night i dreamed he took me in that old rusty pickup truck
to a park on a hill in midwinter
and everything was alright,
plain alright.
a couple days ago, i told myself i couldn't cope if i heard he was getting married.
in the dream,
he confided to me that he'd proposed to her,
and she was alright,
mighty alright.
we walked side by side through snow and beautiful darkness
and were happily innocent
and so i confided in him that i had growing in me
a little thing
and that felt alright,
just alright.
our conversations weren't choked, and i'd always wanted him to be happy
and so now he was in the dream,
that was enough for me
it was alright,
quite alright.
when i awoke i wanted to telephone him,
but remembered that we haven't spoken in nearly a year.
i'll let that contentment settle in peacefully
and hope that he's alright,
plenty alright.
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