I’d hoped by now you’d be in my arms,
but you are still just a dream.

Even as I dream of seeing you,
your hand is curled around my heart.

I hope you get his smile.

Dimples to accent your grin.
The way the corners twitch in amusement.

The way it blossoms wide.
Laughter echoing out and filling the room.

I hope you have his heart.

Generous and strong,
enough to carry more than just yourself.

Open and forgiving,
never accusing or spiteful.

I hope you are everything he is,
and all that I am not.

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