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
