There's nothing more to say. 
After all, we were just playing 
a game. 
We had some fun. 
Now the game is over. 
It's time to go home. 
It's time to take ourselves 
to bed 
and to sleep. 
We will dream again 
until we finally realize 
there is no further need 
for dreams. 
At the end of all dreaming, 
we will arrive 
at our original home. 
We will then understand 
that we never left each other, 
could never be separated 
and could never be apart. 
We were just 
a universal love 
playing 
at being 
lovers.
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	david (
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 - Comment from author about the poem: All relationships are perfect in the mind.
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