It's never going to be right. I am wrestling with it being real.
And in a dream there you were, you scruffy ratbag.
Dozing, slightly snoring, hands clasped over your belly.
Raggedy beard - not too long, this time, and still dark - and glasses.
Dressed in black. A couple of seats back from me on the bus.
It was...
...these things aren't nice. But it was the first time I've seen you since.
And you were just so chilled out and peaceful.
That is the real I choose today. That is the right place today.
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