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Did I just imagine
that glint in your eye?
Was I mistaken to read
into your hug goodbye?

The more space I gave,
the closer you got,
and each move you made
was what my heart sought.

Did I just hope too much
that love could be real?
Was I a fool to think we
might have the real deal?

The night carried on
but our eyes always met
as a new day arrived,
We weren’t ready to leave yet.

Did you just imagine
I might be into you?
Well it wasn’t a mistake;
it was true.

© Autumn Siders 2017

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You think I can’t hear you
just because my eyes are closed;
but every word you say,
lands on my ears exposed.

You lower your voice,
as if that changes a thing;
but a cat can hear the softest tune
that only the wind can sing.

That twitching of my whiskers
isn’t the result of a sweet dream;
any fool must know the sign
of when a cat’s working on a scheme.

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017
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