Crooked Dream

I dreamed I saw you through the window
smiling and waving goodbye.
It was our house – more of less –
and the street was almost our street;
so I searched my memory for a goodbye
powerful enough to lodge in the folds of my brain,
but searching for you-with-a-smile was in vain.
Your mouth always seemed to be
a straight line on a straight face.

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