Lost in the dull horror of a dream,
I reach instinctively for you. I am alone
and I recall you, miles away from here,
breathing in tandem, peacefully. At home.
O cold usurper, this is my reward
For things unsaid, for vows unthought, undone.
How dark it is. And I am just a child,
Afraid of shadows. Darling. You don't come.
Author notes
I probably deserve this.
