Waking up, I see your face,
I hear your words whisper in haste.
Am I too late as the sun goeth down?
I cannot find you, yet when I turn around,
You’re standing there with an upturn smile,
Your arms are wide, I run two miles.
Yet, just before I meet you there,
You always suddenly disappear.
And I am left in grave despair,
Because I realized you never were there.
My eyes open before yours close,
It’s been fifteen years since you dozed.
As always, when the sun doeth rise,
I find a body print next to mine.