lead me on.

well, i wish i hadn't spoken the words. i still dream of you, but all you have ever been in a dream. a wraith appearing and disappearing at your own heady convenience. it will make a sad remembrance someday, coffee in hand, watching the creme swirl beneath your nose. no cigarette in hand, the older we get, the wiser we often become. this has never been much of a story. maybe someday it will be.

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"lead me on" - ray lamontange