Foregone

Tonight, lying by your side, dreams are not what I see.

I see hope, in a doused light of dismay, in an air of despair.

I see you, naked yet surreal, I see us, torn yet alive.

I see you waning, faking smiles, blurring in your own shadow.

I see you without me, fighting tears, fighting sorrow.

You don’t look back, you tell me not to follow.

But I am tethered, forlorn and weathered.

You want to tear me out, from your flesh and my doubt.

You say you want a new beginning, call my love blithering sickening.

But I see you bleed, without me to heed,
your calms and crying, in your eyes never drying.

Could I be there while you forget and regret.

Could I be there while you seethe and breathe,
in an air of a scent, of us reminiscent.

This day shall pass, like wind over some dead grass.

But I shall follow, like a thought so hollow.

Like a spirit of the past, like vestiges that last.