Awake, Part 22

You too, old friend?
Have you also come to torment my dreams?
In them, we embrace
Cry over lost time
Then, I wake
Realize you’re still gone
Cry over lost time
Cry over old times
Cry knowing there’ll be no more time
The Ides of March approach…
But my dreams lie
You will not be here
Either to love me or kill me
You would not be so kind
Still I fear what is to come
I fear knowing nothing more
Than waking up alone
With only the false comforts
Of my traitorous dreams

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