Sleeping Sickness

The morning comes,

And the feeling of you next to me dispels.

How cruel my mind is to me;

It made me believe,

That the dream of you

Sleeping next to me,

Was reality.

I could have sworn

That I felt your arm

Resting over my waist,

Your heart beating against my back,

And turning over seeing you there.

But as soon as the light

Bled through my window,

I saw the truth

Embedded in my empty bed-sheets

To the left of me.


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