The rain is tapping fast
fast onto the glass
yesterday is past
and dreams don't ever last.

I wake up nevertheless
yet something feels so strange
a warmth beside me rests
and there - a sleeping face.

I kiss its forehead lightly
as to not break the seal
laying my head again
pretending it's all real.

The rain, still tapping fast
fast onto the glass
yesterday is past
alas, dreams will never last.