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I want to tell you you’re my everything.
I want to tell you that you taught me how to sing.
I forgive you if that means anything at all…
There is just no means to sleep that I recall.

There is slumber and then there is sleep,
And may this sleep encompass everything, so deep.
I was hoping for the thing I always thought I knew,
But I woke up with the snowfall instead of next to you.

And everything is cutting deeper when I wake.
I gave you more than you should have to take.
When I wake, it is you who is underneath my skin,
And I’ve forgotten how to sleep again.

The hours are eating me with ceaseless jaws,
With the echo of the eidolon that was
Somebody that I thought I knew.
And which tale that I’m telling myself
Will turn out to be the one that’s true:
That I love you more than I love life itself
And that nothing will stop me from loving you?

There is sleep. O! Sleep that I desire,
To sleep through this life entire.
And in a dream, you’d be waiting in the mirror
And never would reflections seem clearer
Than to see within the world of glass
The years I thought would surely last,
The years I thought would follow
In that world of reflections, so hollow,
Where your face is cutting me with depth,
And its as though I never slept.
Its as though sleep was never real…
Only the weariness I feel
And the need for which I yearn,
For you from that glass to return.

© 2021 Marten Hoyle