waking this a.m.
fought to wake up for hours but gripped by my nightmare
of the final hours of my love’s life, the time of the boat before and how well she looked
frustrated by the on-going mind trick that I receive a call that she woke up after we left miami
and that she is home now
but when I reach to her side of the bed it is piled with her pillows but not her
why does our mind do this to us
it is so painful to do this night after night, year after year