8 November 2020

by Riles

Thus, years of agony strike once more.

And I've just the ability to do nothing except lie back down

To perhaps fall asleep to hope I dream it all again,

Though it be unlikely. As are many things.

What is true: I fell out of a dream about you,

And I must say it was rather brutal:

To hold a reality that I for once held you.

To harshly awake with nothing.