You didn’t love me anymore.

You told me yourself.

Or was I dreaming

Was I having a nightmare?

I was sleepwalking. Walking to my death.

Wake me from this nightmare.

Our Burning bed.  That once held our love.

That once held our life.

You say karma will find me.

And the wind will blow it back to the liar.

I was sleepwalking. Walking to my death.

Wake me from this nightmare.

You had just left.

I prayed you’d be there…so we’d both go up in  a blaze.

Together.

 In our burning bed.

It’s the only place I can still hold you tight.

You didn’t love me anymore.

You told me yourself.

RGH

12/4/2020