It was a dream.
Me and my brother, together again,
Standing in a long line,
Waiting for tickets.
Every time a window would open,
The crowd surged forward.
We were separated.
I saw him at the front of the line.
By the time I pushed forward,
He was gone.
The man at the window yelled “Next”
And motioned me forward.
I woke with start,
Yet,
Strangely at peace.
Me and my brother, together again,
Standing in a long line,
Waiting for tickets.
Every time a window would open,
The crowd surged forward.
We were separated.
I saw him at the front of the line.
By the time I pushed forward,
He was gone.
The man at the window yelled “Next”
And motioned me forward.
I woke with start,
Yet,
Strangely at peace.
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