The Dream is Over

Somewhere half way between a dream and a memory I waited for her

Grasping at thoughts of redemption

She begs me not to remember

but it’s something I’m unable to forget

Maybe I’m just unwilling

Forgiveness is a journey I don’t travel well

Placing my thoughts into my hands

Believing the dream to be a memory

I stop

I walk into her bedroom

I walk back into her clutches

The dream is over

The memory is all that remains

It’s revolutions are an endless prison

As I lay in the bed she made for another man