Him is the one that I awaken
beside
To see him lost in a dream
Softly reach slowly inside
seeing what really exists
am I permanent or to
him a myth
A ****** feeling
rolled out of bed the next morning
So easy for one to walk away
the next day
You will leave me to go to your
tractor to play
I will be alright
still tasting him on my lips
Still feel my ******* played
by his finger tips
Portraying his love in ways
I love to play
Right now at this moment
its that good should I say
As the sun comes up with morning light
I know that he will soon be in full flight
So many things that he needs to finish
But doesn't he know that someday I will
vanish.  
Then Ill roll over to a memory
of play
Memories stacked up and lock
them away
Another I'm sure Ill wake up to,
another spot taken
So Ill just hope that this one loves bacon