I move to your warmth

but you aren't there

tears deliver me to unhinged

dreaming

and morning shows up rude

careless

awful

.

you won't be there

ever again

nor there

nor there

and mornings will arrive

rude careless awful

forever

.

death of hope snuffs out life

a morning has to come

not rude careless awful

breathing beings cease with

only rude careless awful

but hope is pliant

she offers herself endlessly to true believers

.

JSmith 6/23/2016

https://playingfortimeblog.com/2016/06/23/memory-of-a-dream/