In a Dream by Stephen Keating

In a dream in which I am home 
Everyone I love is there
Surrounded by children’s laughter 
Bright sunlight glares off water 
The smell of the Atlantic on the breeze
Dogs bark people talk 
Music plays softly in the background
Everything familiar and comforting 
Yet as if looking through fog
I don’t see myself 
Was I ever really there?
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