Yesterday I dreamt of us
Of places we'd travel
With each other
And worlds we'd find
...
When seasons have passed
Be they years or decades
When I am but a memory
I ask of you, forget me not
...
Harrowing Dawn
the hardest parts
of all my days
are without a doubt
the mornings
wrenched and wrestled
taken from my dreams of you
to wake to the reality of your absence
such torments!
to be without you
idle, horrid existence.