The Dream

Waking up to you lifeless, our hands in prayer

I look into your eyes and you’re not there.

A sad peace, you died happy at least

Waking up to a cold empty bed, was

All of what happened inside of my head?

To have you hear, a wish held so dear.

Waking up to the reality of how things are,

I wanted real, not perfect. To wish upon a star

Might be futile, the sparks between us brutal.

I’ve woken up to you walking away,

I still thank God you have life for today.

In different arms, shielding you from harm.

(Oct 2024)