I am through
With missing you,
Even though you
Retune me in dreams
And fold in
To my depths
Like blue tides
At the seams,
These dreams much
Like reality,
Yes, a reality
In teeming streams
Of abhorrent
Consciousness
Where I reside, and
Yet still despite
My self, a place
Where I could not do
In any sense,
Or soulful recompense,
Without you.
