Did you wake today from your troubled sleep
Too sickly tired to stir, too soon to rise,
So lay you restless in the bed a while
Beneath warming covers and aging skies?
Did your waking mind again trouble you
To reluctantly take on to the day
And force you to confront your present thoughts
So that your thinking was in disarray?
How the day is wasted so with past thoughts,
Spending all our todays on yesterdays,
Distracted from our very here-and-nows
And regret ill remembered far-aways.
How hollow and empty my breath’s exhale
As I mix breathing with remembering
How painful my sitting in emptiness
As my regret starts it’s dismembering.
Did your guilty day seem slower and long
And did the songs and visions and the smell
All take you back to thoughts of yesterday
And to those memories you cannot tell?
Did your evening drift into late midnight?
Did your restless sleep start and stop again?
Did you then sit on the side of your bed?
Your wounded eyes well up in tearful pain?
Oh longing so adds pain to the waiting
And waiting so adds pain to the longing
And neither they add well to your living
And emptiness adds shame to belonging.
So the lovers long gone and lovers past
Can never resurrect a love that’s lost
No more than one could easily retrieve
A cup of sand, into the river tossed.
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