And then...

And then one day I saw your face
On the back of dream I had
While waiting for the rain to start

And enigmatic effigies were wrought
For this timeless love
That beat the clock

And five years later it is six years later
Consciousness cohering continually
Consequence: regression is not an option

And retreat is not recommended
It is contraindicated in this affliction
Survival of the fittest fantasies

And then one day it is eight months later
Breathing and being becoming habitual
Retreating, impossible; resuming inevitable.

I had too much to dream last night...

I had too much to dream last night
Woke up cloudy, confused,
Smacked by the light
And thought for a moment
That you still loved me

This pounding head
inside my heart
inside my soul
It won’t let up
It keeps replaying love songs you never sang,
words you never said

I had too much to dream last night
and though my brain was dim
the room was bright
And for one sweet, torturous moment
I forgot that you were gone.