I woke up face down in the murky waters of a memory
This old poem that you wrote for me
From the cavernous depths of your empty soul

With baby's breath and angels tears
You read it so intently
Your gaze nearly discerned me
Fever struck your cheekbones
And I fell into the catastrophe I once called home

A dream deferred, a wilted rose
A recalled loss of sense
The feeling of your arms around me
One I won't soon forget.