I dreamed about you last night
we traveled together to your friend's
who took us, in the back seat, in her car.
Stopping off at her house, you offered me your hand
pulling me out into mud up to my waist.
I lost my shoe.
I nearly lost my mind as your friend procrastinated.
Talking on the phone, laughing on the phone, visiting
while I searched for my lost ruined shoes.
My new shoes would never be the same
Unrecognizable in their filth, one lost forever
Until you pointed out that it was still on my right foot.
Your friend sent us on in her car, still in the back seat
Driven by her giggling children
to see a pumpkin factory making dishes out of pumpkins.
I wondered if it was worth it.
Being with you if it meant her.
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