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Fantasies

By Jemma Provance

 

I didnít know I loved that summer

When I stared through the dirty window

At the wind blowing sunshine through the swaying spruces

Those days alone, with Ramen noodles

When I woke to a quiet house

 

I didnít know I loved those songs

That even now

Remind me of those days

When I danced

Around the living room

With the breeze blowing through the open windows

Imagining my future

As I still do

 

I did know that I loved those fantasies

I didnít know Iíd love them when they died

Replaced by others

With more substance,

So they say.